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Yo Yo Yo It's Chuck Strangers And I got dreams of spendin' Euros off of music shit Know it sounds like loser shit, but all the deep talk, niggas is used to it I've been in Los Angeles paying off the damages 300 dollars say you ain't live yet Plus I'm taking side bets 'cause the Uber driver ain't arrived yet Watch me take it back to Prospect Chiefing by the lake house for [?] though super fresh Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is a Double X I am the wagon that carries the band Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland On my project cover I'm staring like Sandra Bland Got my MP & my blunt in my hand Just tune in to the temple that God gave me, the god lately Been goin' hard baby grinding but it's all gravey Just trying to chop the vinyl to a Mercedes And two ladies, one from Puerto Rico one from Haiti Both fine, both dimes, need Knight time It's Sunshine (Scratches) All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly Letras de cancionesAll up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly It's Kirk I'm so down to Earth I feel like I'm in grave danger These boys in the Bush don't wanna see the mad ranger In Europe starting a new chapter just hit the pager Parkside boy on camera with the nice taper I'll make you sick dressed up in this fly shit Five thousand for the fit like Gump Forrest go dumb with it Leave 'em at odds I'm dumb wicked in Barneys I'm cotton picking In the field how I make my dirty denim Jedi mind with the force in him I feel the breeze when I soar, hawk vision I see the hate from a mile away Mad you ain't make the cut quick asking for the fade QP wake-and-bakes put me in the stone age Stop hating, get money for a change And I ain't talking minimum wage It's way more to game to stay paid In fact I learned to be the jack-of-all-trades Uh, and shouts to my nigga Jay From my Parkside niggas 'round the way Nothing left to say (Scratches) All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly And my crib was the trap house Niggas ain't sell drugs, but niggas had drugs out Wasn't no hits taken, but definitely gave hits out Countless bitches got fucked right up on that blue couch Whole crew rock Bape, pull up to the shit tipped We all look kinda suave, cold inland on some chill shit Looking at my phone curving bitches that you chill with Went to Cal's party just to see what the deal is Shit was wild like some [?] niggas but that's too Brooklyn You gon' go over head, but all my niggas gonna feel what I said A fake nigga only seeing his death, a thousand times I felt the climate drop mine I got this beat off [?] shit Give a fuck if you caught shit 'cause the beat too brolic She perked up and seen me come like a comet Swear I shoved it in her mouth and almost made the bitch vomit Word to me, I'm wild like Dean Street in '93 I smoked away my home training And now I'm in the future just memory laning (Scratches) All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly From Letras Mania