Brown Sugar

Belleville what up

This a mental exercise, exorcist
Black excellence, black Methodist
Who wanna diss me, know this nowhere my peak
Gotta find me like hide and seek

Yo follow me
Don't run just leap
Watch me feast on what flies my way
Lyrics high grade to keep you hydrated
Tuition is free so it's fuck fashfa when you get the degree
My mind on Chris Masters
More dollars than a strip club run by a rich pastor
That's uhh... different angles
A serpent's strangle got the game's ankle hurt like Kurt Angle
Bringing mortal chills like Achille's heel
Rob you blind in flip-flops like they do in Brazil
Give you enough mind like how messiahs see
Those same lyrics made my momma say (mezanmi)
Lil n from a s hole
33138 the zip code
Where USPS trucks move brick loads
The dream came free hustle sold separate
Burrow my time and you'll forever feel indebted

Come on
Let's hear it one time they ain't playing
Put your hands up before they start spraying
Momma keep on praying
It go in one ear and out the other
Be the keeper that looks out for your brother

Napoleon tried to divide us and these are the facts
Day I get arrested my momma might have her a cardiac
Prowling on my down fall send yo hate back to Wakanda
Hit you with the magic straight with the Cosmo no Wanda
Hold your applause for these laws no hoopla this a hoo-ha
Act a heehaw to the bounce of a seesaw
B.O.B I'm named after a dude who played the guitar
Before I create peace I'm bout to f destroy

This a mental exercise, exorcist
Black excellence, black Methodist
Who wanna diss me, know this nowhere my peak
Gotta find me like hide and seek

Priceless bars might not make a million
Making of a murder do beats like Krillin
Damn he illin this the hero turned villain
Hyperbolic time chamber, seven-day savior
Born in a silver springs manger
Be on your best behavior
Come correct or I'll come at your neck
So please drop the disrespect or get your Nikes checked in retrospect
Still we well connected like public wifi
Beef handled fresh off the stove like jobs at five guys
A little variety for the cocoa butter society
Do it by myself cause I put the I in team
A little irony peep my soundcloud
Can't stop till the kick me about town like a roundhouse
I'm up now can you picture life without a curfew
To catch these punchs you gotta think outside the circle

This a mental exercise, exorcist
Black excellence, black Methodist
Who wanna diss me, know this nowhere my peak
Gotta find me like hide and seek

Come on
Let's hear it one time they ain't playing
Put your hands up before they start spraying
Momma keep on praying
It go in one ear and out the other
Be the keeper that looks out for your brother

Come on
Let's hear it one time they ain't playing
Put your hands up fore they start spraying



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Ducas
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