Unkwnbrandon - Phil Collins (feat. Fre) Lyrics

He's still poppin
Blow the top of your dome, Miami Dolphin
You got a problem? I'm bout to solve em
Aye get out of my way. Stay in your column
And I dropped it like a bad habit dagnabbit couldn't get it right
Got to back packing past Atlanta couldn't take a flight
My road was closed on the left and so I had to take a right
A four leaf clover on my chest because I'm blessed
They think I'm lying
So I choked the devils neck and I arrest all of his clients
Mount Zion where la' kay is
I'm a stoner to a giant
I'm a loner stay in private
Got a maybe from my baby
Make a statement really blatant
Imma sell it. You gon buy it yo
Kissing you was almost worse than eating cold fries
And if I say I'm missing you a **** telling bold lies
When the public dissing you make sure you closing both eyes
And when you hit the books make sure you read between the lines
Son of man, son of man, son of man, son of man
The fruit that's from the vine I'm swinging like I'm Tarzan
You knew what you was doing when you called yourself a Jane
My lady got some flavor, but that booty really bland
The game ain't a game but yet we over here playing
Just like the white man when he sent Uncle Sam
To build a plight bigger than blacks that's in the chains
A **** might get up and then rap about the
A **** might get up and then rap about God
Some **** sleep at night and then they trap up out they car
You think I'm talking drugs? I'm talkin bout them soap bars
Lil man song bout nuthin but it's fire
Aye salutes to my youngins but your shit is overcharged
But I still want the best for you I hope you make it far
Imma rap and make a single; hope that thang take off
Or that shit stay parked like a car in a garage
Aye turn me up on the headphones a little pinch
It's been a while Imma do it
Born in Miami I moved like my daddy
I didn't have a mansion I just had a passion and I was just rapping
Forgot who was asking My bad for side tracking
But **** be gassing this sorry ass art
I came too damn far to blow all my profit on Jordan's and cars
But how bout I rap and perform all my thoughts
Impossible people, impossible laws
Knee deep in the game, but **** ain't playing
They're sheep in the field They're all so the same
Aye money, the game is in need for some change
Uh, just a **** who can write and inspire
I see the pistol you got fear in your eyes
Everything is going black am I lying
But it don't even matter when you got white
Skin on your face Zimmerman on a chase
It's a mission to stay so we gotta escape
All the wrongs and the rights
I'm alone in a fight I stay home with my life
Carry on with the times
To a place where I can finally put my feet up
Live good eat good and roll the weed up