Текст песни Backwood Falls - Chuck Strangers

Cities looking down, bickin' it was
Hell hole fools, it's no more Kobe
So I moved to LA and its no more cold b
Guess I'm too late
Yo it's like a Gucci belt, your Gucci felt
Tight around my waist
Feel my pain like it was tatted on your face
This shit hot like, how you get when we embrace

This the prequel to the se-e-equal
Ill shit to let you know the illest shit is coming
Try to bag her, but the lil' stupid bitch be buggin'
Straight frontin', like drop-tops
And not answering collect when your man get knocked
Pease to *beep* I know you locked in your box
Incarcerate your body but they can't tame your thoughts
Real nigga, thank his moms on the intro
We talk here and there, but your blessings was super beneficial
I hit your lines if it's a issue
Member how they used to diss you
How your eyebrows was flawed
Now they all love his but I know when they frauds
Keep my God, splinting
Image of Christ in these fresh ass Nikes
Don't front this shit is tight
I'm a Brooklyn knight
Skin color of a Brooklyn night