Brook-Nam Lyrics – Manic The 17th
Singer: Manic The 17th
Title: Brook-Nam
Uh let’s go
Brooklyn in the house, man
You ain’t gotta guess
Jerry wess
Uh, look, yeah
I had dreams about getting dough
Going to the rack like i breezed off a pick and roll
I’mma get crazy for the green ’cause i’m about that
{?}, i snap for the cheese like a mouse trap (facts)
Get chips so i never have to hit zero
Or get a brick like craig when he hit debo (that’s a friday)
I’m in the future, and i’m thinking about the cash
I’m lebron on a break, i ain’t thinking about the past (pass) (all points)
Look, so they used to say, more money, more problems
Now the girls lovе it, more money, more condoms
No attеntion for the non-ballers
I know she thirsty for a player, ’cause the jump shot, all water (swish)
Money said i had staying problem
And broke n#gg#s talk loud, so it’s good i got a hand problem (what you talkin’ about)
But as fly as i am, you never make it there
n#gg#s can’t walk in my shoes, they never made a tear
Could tell from my diddy bop, the city block that i grew up on
Ice grill, type ill to get they bully on
It’s the butterscotch timbs and black hoodies on
Look i’m from
Brook-nam, sippin’ on
A forty totin’ a forty, both in a brown bag
Break out all ya lump over anything that i found rash
Brooklyn n#gg#, don’t beef with no female, chicks i’m around mask era
A pow to (powder) show ya foundation if ever i lash (b#tches killed)
Better than never, blowin’ these vegetables
Time to diamond face me the rollie, oyster perpetual
Bag chasin’, just me and three demons, duckin’ the lesser two
Got the cats disappearin’, pullin’ a cheshire move
Plots i shoot ’em with a semi, thots’ll do it for a penny
Blocks a movin’ by the guinea, rocks i move ’em with a frenzy
{?} cruisin’ with a bentley, i
Paper place on that continental, my homie coppin’
That’s inspiration, we sittin’ patient, no phony shoppin’
Stack ya fetti, investin’ right was the only option
Especially in these brooklyn streets where ya homies droppin’
Like sh#t on a new car, but i’m cool calm collected, motorboatin’ a new b#tch with a boob job
I’m not with none of them games, a family feud, nah
Clique tight, so i win, like a f#ck a lose draw
So it’s f#ck the world, don’t get f#cked by it
As big dog talk, i suggest you pups try it
Could tell from my diddy bop, the city block that i grew up on
Ice grill, type ill to get they bully on
It’s the butterscotch timbs and black hoodies on
Look i’m from
Brook-nam, sippin’ on
Where brooklyn at?
Brook-nam, sippin’ on
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