Kirk Knight - Brokeland lyrics

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