Kirk Knight - Brokeland lyrics

rate me

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