Backwood Falls Testo

Cities looking down, bicking it was slim pickings
Hit Whole Foods, there’s no more Kobe
So I moved to LA and there's no more Kobe
Guess I'm too late
Yo it's like a Gucci belt
Your coochie 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 bugging
Straight fronting, like rented ass drop-tops
Or not answering collect when your mans get knocked
Peace 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 us yeah, but I know when they frauds
Keep my kinship with God, splinting
Image of Christ in these fresh ass Nikes
Don't front this shit is tight
I'm a Brooklynite, skin color of a Brooklyn night