Chuck Strangers
Backwood Falls
[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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 n***a, 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