Michael Brown - Weirdo’s

Yeah i had the ave n my block on the stretcher/
I was killing shit, i was selling dimes nothing lesser/
I aint feeling it, then you know i might apply pressure/
Wont conceal a grip, got the 9 out while i press em/
Learn ya lesson, gotta blunt full of resin/
I am so nice, im the one they duck for a session/
I dont hold mics, i let words come up then direct em
Ya dont flow right, its always gun stuff, and the flexing/
Yall just po-lice, im pro life, im God in the flesh/
When/
shit dont go right, Im the one they call with the stressing/
On they knees anytime the god didnt bless em/
So i keep a frank stand in a large intersection/
This that lord mobb bop,man we know yall popped/
And we really running things so we know yall not/
Passive aggressive, he just slam doors and bang pots/
Another sucker getting robbed, another floor getting mopped/

Verse 2
Cracker barrel cheese all my funds in a package/
She got ass in her jeans, but a gun in the mackage/
Thats a head on reckage, fuck bout a skit, ill shoot you dead on record,
Get meph to record the shit, that head off to sell it/
I could sell water, to a whale, in the desert/
Heard the subs from the thugs, but it still aint directed/
Heres a lesson, learn, to keep women interested/
You worried bout ya gang if its killas in the section/
Ya car was too fogged to see us in the intersection/ thats when shit get interesting/
Up close n personal, ill grab ya girlfriend purse n zoom, i dont mean run, i mean for a perfect view/
Curtains drew, im type to lurk and shoot/
Aint had a co d, since 16 so i aint doing dirt with you/
I got plugs in traps waiting for work to move/
Cleanliness is next to godliness and the dirt is “you”/
Hating my hand cause I hold a few aces/
Making the band fans wont know they viewin greatness/
They taste is bland, and nose in the basement/
While all They quotes flagrant, it came with a co payment/ BOOM,BOOM/

Written by:
Michael Brown

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