Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle
Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/
Motherfuckers quit the brown
I drive that all around
To make karma come faster than she normally will
Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
They infiltrate our homes, africa
Snapple fact: you rather wack
The michael myers of rap,
Petty thoughts could keep your brain down
Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,
I'm brown and i like curry
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"
Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down
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