[Verse 1: Price]
Everything at stake hope I don't blow it all
My granny said nobody likes a know-it-all
I know I ain't grow up with many ends
So when I cop my first benz man I couldn't wait to show it off
But I guess it's just the brown man syndrome
Blame it on the brown man syndrome

Look, uh, yeah
See everything got stake n***as blinded by Bape
Nobody willin' to create these kids rather chase
Any new trends
You hangin' with opportunist over your true friends
She hanging over my sink spilling her loose ends
While she spilling the beans about her dude friends who follow my blueprint
Study my style and try to mimic my movements
But I'm about dollas so please save those 2 cents
Yeah, cause everything got stake my son gaining away
Growin' taller, gettin' older man the feelin's great
I'm Jeff Hardy with the Twist of Fade I'm goin' off
My lady lookin' like life I gotta show her off
I guess it's just the brown man syndrome
Natural hair, natural ass melanin skin tone
Call off that lift I make it sure that she get home
Can't afford no more kids got a pimp on aye
Cause everything got stake hope I don't blow it all
At least I know nobody really knows it all
Just got the direct deposit, I'm starin' at my closet
Ima fuck around and blow it off
I guess it's just the brown man syndrome
Blame it on the brown man syndrome
It gotta be the brown man syndrome


[Verse 2: Oktane]
Yeah, loo-look

I don't think I suffer from brown man syndrome
Dread head, hitchhiking just to get home
You concerned with who trynna give dome
Flex flex mediocre sex guest I get it
But I ain't worried about it
Them J's bout to release and I ain't heard about it
Cause I ain't concerned about it
Ain't no sugarcoat, we need new shit
These designers gettin' old half of 'em don't do shit
All they do is sit in their high chairs and approve shit
And kick and scream when they don't get they way or they losin'
And I'm just layed back, get my vibe cruisin'
Racist haters but I don't miss a step I'm groovin'
Can't help my skin color, love my skin color
Fine darkskin brother, besides, your girl love us
This that real yeah, that's what they been waitin' on
Eveything you and your dumb broke homies hated on
You come with that bad vibe shit you ain't stayin' long
We changin' everything n***a leave or get along
Yeah, cause right now you are rockin' with the realest
Give 'em some extra bar so that they n***as feel it
I had to show off yeah I guess that is the brown man syndrome
Yeah I got a little brown man syndrome
I guess we got a little brown man syndrome
No you can't stay here hope you get home