Brownstone

Do it the way you want
Lock me away in your trunk
Drop me from off that bridge
I need fresh air to clear my lungs
You treat it like our sacrifice ain't spare us nothing but time
I spoil yo ass like a kid
But like a kid I never hid in the dark

Like it is
Or would you wait for me to tell you like it is?
Like a turntable dropping off the spins
And yet another label profit off the kids
On corridors or street corners doing biz
Where what you order isn't always what you get
I know my auntie watching over with a grin
Because I owe this shit to her from the beginning (Look)

Who can I kid?
Sometimes its hard to movе forward through the mist
So if you want it keep on running till you get it
I told my brothers that from summеr in to spring
Summer into Spring, Winter into Fall
Three-hundred-sixty-five days we gon' ball
We gon' have to kick doors in till' we involved
My niggas gon' kick doors in till' we involved