Brown Bag

[Verse 1 : Price] Look, what’s the difference between me and you? You talk the good rhyme It’s the liberty, ahead of yo homies that could shine Instead of comparing yo self to the next On the last made checks you should grind Bitch yo whole legacy up and remember the good times I’m just saying Where I’m from, I’ve escalated from nowhere Coming up off of issues of to be of an instant 21 It’s so rare, make cop cars, they don’t care Even the red tapers with no chairs Twisting Lil Wayne when niggas obeying and twisting they game No fair, don’t go there Known for speaking on my views Can’t stop us moving beside you You about games, the ways of the game before I was able to tie shoes This my crew, not wise to We’ll find tools and ride through Think you could roll? Yo ankle be broke From walkin a day up in my shoes You need to up your fitness My childhood was a sickness As a kid coming up never got what was on the wish list They call and tell me be careful who you gots seeing yo business ‘Cus as soon as it get hot from the ones that’s being witness But I made it out – that’s the reason why I don’t sound mad I thank the Lord for all the flaws that my sound has So much paper, I had to put it in the ground Stashin now I’m reminiscin Drinkin liquor out this brown bag [Hook K. Roosevelt] Homicide, suicide A second to see if you do or die, gotta ride Nothing but memories on my mind, if I get fried Too many reasons for me to cry I take a sip out the bottle in this brown bag Brown bag, brown bag Brown bag, brown bag Brown bag, brown bag Brown bag [Verse 2 : Oktane] I wanna show love but I don’t think I know how to Pregnancy and matrimony Have lost all of its value Make up to make up for everything that they lack ‘Cus women got so much Baggage that I think it’s hurtin they back So you can bring yo dreams, I’m gonna bring my pain And we gon keep on drinking til we do not feel a thing And I feel it once again, the pain, so vivid But there’s way more to life than watching other people live it So I’ll never be great to hunt ‘cus I came from it It hurts so bad and it feels so good That’s the pain, numb it The fastest way to get your attention is to not want it And now that I don’t you be gon shot Now that hurts, don’t it? So it goes one shot, two shots, three shots then four The phone calls and drunk texts, they’ll even do you more Then success to rough sex, I’m talkin about all for yall My heart hurts cuz it’s so involved Blaw, that’s another [Hook K. Roosevelt] Homicide, suicide A second to see if you do or die, gotta ride Nothing but memories on my mind, if I get fried Too many reasons for me to cry I take a sip out the bottle in this brown bag Brown bag, brown bag Brown bag, brown bag Brown bag, brown bag Brown bag