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Backwood Falls

Album: Consumers Park Durasi: 1:11

Cities looking down, bickin' it was

Hell hole fools, it's no more Kobe

So I moved to LA and its no more cold b

Guess I'm too late

Yo it's like a Gucci belt, your Gucci felt

Tight around my waist

Feel my pain like it was tatted on your face

This shit hot like, how you get when we embrace

This the prequel to the se-e-equal

Ill shit to let you know the illest shit is coming

Try to bag her, but the lil' stupid bitch be buggin'

Straight frontin', like drop-tops

And not answering collect when your man get knocked

Pease to *beep* I know you locked in your box

Incarcerate your body but they can't tame your thoughts

Real nigga, thank his moms on the intro

We talk here and there, but your blessings was super beneficial

I hit your lines if it's a issue

Member how they used to diss you

How your eyebrows was flawed

Now they all love his but I know when they frauds

Keep my God, splinting

Image of Christ in these fresh ass Nikes

Don't front this shit is tight

I'm a Brooklyn knight

Skin color of a Brooklyn night