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In the kitchen, oven for the heat
Got my young, light skinned ho up the tree
Wearin' jackets in the house, the Michigan way
Boiling on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner
fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin'
Homie mommy's 50, and still tricking'
Still shit with this Lucy I'm ass lickin'
See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I ain't
Landlord is, the tryna put us out
Sellin' all the samples, can't to give 'em out
Just copped a track, see my nigga tryna get it
Standin' on the baseline, Pippen pivot
in they arms just to keep the lights on
Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore
Tryna get this off, the winter, we snuck in
Won't live for anything, but might die for

They that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a whole
Might to go and get my braids back
of fact, go and bring them AKs back

They want that old Brown
To bag up and sell a pound
Might to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and them AKs back

In the Cutty color as steak sauce
the work, but was just a .8 off
Vet in the game, first in the playoffs
Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this off
Balmains fittin' a nigga went swimmin' in 'em
I'm waxed and I'm shinin', hardwood
want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw
Lookin' at the whore "what you came here for?"
nigga, heat on him, no stash box
Turn a gangbanger's to a rag top
Old head, fiend, cookin' up the yay
Young boys'll shoot your face for them
Came a long way takin' $3 for a
Cop an 8 ball, stack for the zip
Now I'm in the rap game, worth a brick
Fiends linin' up for a hit of this
(And I that shit, right now and forever)
(And I reps that shit, now and forever)

want that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a whole
have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and them AKs back

They that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a pound
Might to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs