Brokeland Lyrics - Singles - Kirk Knight

Yeah, yeah 

Shit I seen and eh 

With the figure S, nigga 

It's Kirk Killa, shit! 

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 statements like Mandela, uh 

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 8 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 

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

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

Brooklyn's in the house! 

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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, Mac 10, 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 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

The mind of a Brooklyn nigga 

Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn 

Brooklyn's in the house! 

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