Released on September 9, 2013

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[Verse 1 : Price]

Look, what’s the difference between me and you?

You talk the good rhyme

It’s the liberty, ahead of yo homies that could shine

Instead of comparing yo self to the next

On the last made checks you should grind

Bitch yo whole legacy up and remember the good times

I’m just saying

Where I’m from, I’ve escalated from nowhere

Coming up off of issues of to be of an instant 21

It’s so rare, make cop cars, they don’t care

Even the red tapers with no chairs

Twisting Lil Wayne when niggas obeying and twisting they game

No fair, don’t go there

Known for speaking on my views

Can’t stop us moving beside you

You about games, the ways of the game before I was able to tie shoes

This my crew, not wise to

We’ll find tools and ride through

Think you could roll? Yo ankle be broke

From walkin a day up in my shoes

You need to up your fitness

My childhood was a sickness

As a kid coming up never got what was on the wish list

They call and tell me be careful who you gots seeing yo business

‘Cus as soon as it get hot from the ones that’s being witness

But I made it out – that’s the reason why I don’t sound mad

I thank the Lord for all the flaws that my sound has

So much paper, I had to put it in the ground

Stashin now I’m reminiscin

Drinkin liquor out this brown bag


[Hook K. Roosevelt]

Homicide, suicide

A second to see if you do or die, gotta ride

Nothing but memories on my mind, if I get fried

Too many reasons for me to cry

I take a sip out the bottle in this brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag


[Verse 2 : Oktane]

I wanna show love but I don’t think I know how to

Pregnancy and matrimony

Have lost all of its value

Make up to make up for everything that they lack

‘Cus women got so much

Baggage that I think it’s hurtin they back

So you can bring yo dreams, I’m gonna bring my pain

And we gon keep on drinking til we do not feel a thing

And I feel it once again, the pain, so vivid

But there’s way more to life than watching other people live it

So I’ll never be great to hunt ‘cus I came from it

It hurts so bad and it feels so good

That’s the pain, numb it

The fastest way to get your attention is to not want it

And now that I don’t you be gon shot

Now that hurts, don’t it?

So it goes one shot, two shots, three shots then four

The phone calls and drunk texts, they’ll even do you more

Then success to rough sex, I’m talkin about all for yall

My heart hurts cuz it’s so involved

Blaw, that’s another


[Hook K. Roosevelt]

Homicide, suicide

A second to see if you do or die, gotta ride

Nothing but memories on my mind, if I get fried

Too many reasons for me to cry

I take a sip out the bottle in this brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag