I smoke that weed and see that motherf**er flying
Across me it would be the first
What's the dilemma?
n***az with elegance
Is this so evil?
So watch my umbrella
Straight face, still stainless
I say whatever bro My get away is that shift called 8 ball
Hopped in the hot seat
I'm drunk n***a
You just s*ut n***a
Don't get dumb n***a
I know it's not the day
So we snatch quickly
The little sh** I see it's like a figure
I dare some
To try and flash clothes and fair guns
Because where I'm from for amusement shoot the fair one
I'm from the Brokeland n***a The Brokeland, the Brokeland, the Brokeland
The Brokeland, the Brokeland, the Brokeland
The Brokeland, the Brokeland, the Brokeland
The Brokeland in the house Back in the days
But now It ain't the same
And life's a scheme and I rather be paid
But if you wanna a couple of ____
Then you're going to chase
If you play our cards right
Then you headin' the fast way
And the n***az in the cla** just filling the place
So I hold the hammer and call security seekers
All I ever knew was the ATM procedure transaction Got to eat
No matter the status
Oh yes the itches circle around to my pockets
And these things around my money b**hes
But my conscious just told me
Look back and listen
I'm from the Brokeland n***a The Brokeland, the Brokeland, the Brokeland
The Brokeland, the Brokeland, the Brokeland
The Brokeland, the Brokeland, the Brokeland
The Brokeland in the house
I tell your motherf**in' a**
We need motherf**in' money