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Brown Bag Lyrics - Artist : Mike G
[Mike G:]
I'm still a hazardous spitter, I figure I'd rap to get richer But after that I remembered, most artist ain't painting pictures So when I started, I knew that they would thank me like November Don't need a number one spot against you ranking contenders And people say a lot of things but they never say what's real How the fuck you talking about MC's on my heels When they ain't got the same speed, we don't do the same things Don't understand my words niggas like they can't read Heard you're intimidated by people you can't be And there's no coming to my level if your nose might bleed So I got my shoes on, ain't no going slow Shoot the other runners before they even say go, fuck 'em Hahaha Odd Future Ayo, I'm classic like '96 posted on the corner No chain on, shoot up them niggas because I wanna Fuck it, you'll see, don't bring your kids 'round me Worse than that 25th fucking letter times three You're a lame, I'm saying I ain't even in your range Six banks one day, hit the block then change That's pretty much my only scheme to get rich Cops come, answer the door like "I ain't did shit" Fuck em all mindstate, kill em all attitude Body didn't fit in the case like that'll do There ya go, make your heart beat at a faster pace Go to shows looking for rappers to lacerate You hear hollering and you just heard doom Tell em don't fear me, fear the fuckin' full moon Collect body parts and try to reattach at the seams Like get em boys, get the wolves on your own team Fuck em Yuh Odd Future Ayy [Vince Staples:] Niggas don't know what to motherfuckin' do When that bullet hits your motherfuckin' head, bitch We be on the block, servin' rocks, shootin Glocks With the motherfuckin' neighborhood gang, ho [Mike G:] Ayy I'm Mike G, bet they know my name on your block It's funny, I come around to watch everything stop Nigga, red lights, red dots, pointed at ya headlights Figure these niggas left cause their shit wasn't dead right OF Wolf Gang, number one asshole Too many fuckin' bodies to worry about a death toll All I know is Taco's filming porno in the hotel Earl fucking got away, Hodgy's fuckin' duckin' jail Vince is stashing murder weapons under the bottom bunk And Tyler is riding around with a bitch in his trunk Speakers loud and distorted, stickin' forks into outlets Didn't drop the body cause he left without the address Had to call him up, ask why he wasn't there yet Said he swagged it out, so he didn't use the MapQuest Said he'd be surprised if he survived the night Tell him dump the body in the first place you think is right Like, they be on some raped sluts, I be on some caked up Raise cups to the fact that you ain't wakin' up Take it how you want it, motherfucker get stuck Bottom line is they are them, we are us, fuck em Odd Future |
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