Thoro Hall - Chuck Strangers, Kirk Knight

Know it sounds like loser shit, but all the deep talk, niggas is used to it

I’ve been in Los Angeles paying off the damages

300 dollars say you ain’t live yet

Plus I’m taking side bets 'cause the Uber driver ain’t arrived yet

Watch me take it back to Prospect

Chiefing by the lake house for though super fresh

Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is a Double X

I am the wagon that carries the band

Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland

On my project cover I’m staring like Sandra Bland

Got my MP & my blunt in my hand

Just tune in to the temple that God gave me, the god lately

Been goin' hard baby grinding but it’s all gravey

Just trying to chop the vinyl to a Mercedes

And two ladies, one from Puerto Rico one from Haiti

Both fine, both dimes, need Knight time

It’s Sunshine

(Scratches)

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

It’s Kirk

I’m so down to Earth I feel like I’m in grave danger

These boys in the Bush don’t wanna see the mad ranger

In Europe starting a new chapter just hit the pager

Parkside boy on camera with the nice taper

I’ll make you sick dressed up in this fly shit

Five thousand for the fit like Gump Forrest go dumb with it

Leave 'em at odds I’m dumb wicked in Barneys I’m cotton picking

In the field how I make my dirty denim

Jedi mind with the force in him

I feel the breeze when I soar, hawk vision

I see the hate from a mile away

Mad you ain’t make the cut quick asking for the fade

QP wake-and-bakes put me in the stone age

Stop hating, get money for a change

And I ain’t talking minimum wage

It’s way more to game to stay paid

In fact I learned to be the jack-of-all-trades

Uh, and shouts to my nigga Jay

From my Parkside niggas 'round the way

Nothing left to say

(Scratches)

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

And my crib was the trap house

Niggas ain’t sell drugs, but niggas had drugs out

Wasn’t no hits taken, but definitely gave hits out

Countless bitches got fucked right up on that blue couch

Whole crew rock Bape, pull up to the shit tipped

We all look kinda suave, cold inland on some chill shit

Looking at my phone curving bitches that you chill with

Went to Cal’s party just to see what the deal is

Shit was wild like some niggas but that’s too Brooklyn

You gon' go over head, but all my niggas gonna feel what I said

A fake nigga only seeing his death, a thousand times

I felt the climate drop mine

I got this beat off shit

Give a fuck if you caught shit 'cause the beat too brolic

She perked up and seen me come like a comet

Swear I shoved it in her mouth and almost made the bitch vomit

Word to me, I’m wild like Dean Street in '93

I smoked away my home training

And now I’m in the future just memory laning

(Scratches)

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly

All love to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene

Pro Era represent, we staying fly