Danny Brown - Side A lyrics

[Verse 1]

In the kitchen, oven open for the heat

Got my young, light-skinned hoe rollin’ up the tree

Wearin’ jackets in the house, it’s the Michigan way

Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner

Dope fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin’

Homie mommy’s 50, smokin’ and still trippin’

Still talkin’ shit with this Lucio…

See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I ain’t trippin’

But the landlord is, the nigga tryna put us out

Sellin’ all the samples, can’t afford to give ‘em out

Just copped a half tre, see my nigga tryna get it

Standin’ on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot

Needles in they arms just to keep the lights on

Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore porn

Tryna get this shit off, the winter, we snuck in

Won’t live for anything, but might die for nothin’

[Hook]

They want that old Danny Brown

To bag up and sell a whole pound

Might have to go and get my braids back

Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back

They want that old Danny Brown

To bag up and sell a whole pound

Might have to go and get my braids back

Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back


[Verse 2]

In the Cutty same colour as steak sauce

Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off

Vet in the game, first seat in the playoffs

Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off

Balmains fittin’ like a nigga went swimmin’ in ‘em

I’m waxed and I’m shinin’, hardwood floor

Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw

Lookin’ at the whore like “what you came here for?”

Glenwood nigga, heat on him, no stash box

Turn a gangbanger’s bandana to a rag top

Old head, dope fiend, cookin’ up the yay

Young boys’ll shoot your face for them Cartiers

Came a long way takin’ $3 for a nick’

Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip

Now I’m in the rap game, verse worth a brick

Fiends linin’ up for a hit of this shit

(And I reps that shit, right now and forever)


[Hook]






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