I smoke that weed and see that motherfucker flying
Across me it would be the first
What's the dilemma?
Niggaz 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 nigga
You just slut nigga
Don't get dumb nigga
I know it's not the day
So we snatch quickly
The little shit 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 nigga
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 niggaz in the class 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 bitches
But my conscious just told me
Look back and listen
I'm from the Brokeland nigga
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 motherfuckin' ass
We need motherfuckin' money
Brokeland
Kirk Knight
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