Brokeland - Kirk Knight

Yeah, yeah

Shit I seen

I smoke backwoods and dutchies

The extra dusty young fly motherfucker

Oh my god it must be

Triple-K cutter

Brooklyn life-and-deather

Cross me, be the first and last like alpha and omega

So, what’s the dilemma hon'?

Niggas with hella guns

Residence medieval so watch my umbrella, uh

Bright like canella with

Stank-face still stainless, it’s whatever bruh

Think and lead a coffin right there

We headin' AWOL

My getaway, it’s that stick shift call it a ball

Hopped in the hot seat I’m drunk nigga

Leave you slump nigga

Don’t get dumb nigga

I know it’s time for change so we snatch quicker

Not measly shit I seen as a little figure

I dare some

To try to flash clothes and fair guns

Because where I’m from for amusement shoot the fair one

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn

Brooklyn’s in the house!

I said nowadays Brooklyn ain’t the same

And life’s a scam and I’d rather be paid

Credit card by that fuckin' BOA

But if you want a couple stacks than you’re going to Chase

If you play your cards right than you’re heading the fast way

And them niggas in the clash just fillin' up plates

So I just keep on, reachin', lying to my teachers

With the hammer pants, I keep security cards in my sneakers

I’m heading for the trust funds, bonds, and planned speeches

All I ever knew was a ATF procedure

Transaction, gotta eat

Serving all the status

No fan could catch me that BMW fashioned

Black tinted,

Oh yes the bitches

Circle round scan them pockets for the double digits

And these things around me make my wants money, bitches

But my conscious told me just look back and listen

Now I ain’t gonna tell your fuckin' ass you owe me motherfuckin' money!

Now strip motherfucker strip!

Strip!

Come on

Now everybody know that money is the root of all evil

I’ll show y’all how the loot work