PART 1:

[Verse 1]

Like a Houdini I'm gone, see you gettin' played like a ball

When I skin a motherfucker to the bone, if he got a weak tone

I see you coming at me all wrong, sit back take a hit of the bong

Better get stoned, everybody wanna act strong

They smoking the reef while they sitting at home all alone

In front of their screen, never be punching a thing but their keys

Flipping their border for ki's, it's just that they not from the hood

As if it be good, they in Suburbia, where it's safe for the kids like you

You will never what I've been through, 'cause I ain't like you

Talk talk all you do, when it come time to do, excuse, excuse

Say you making moves like a chess piece

Better wear a vest these side of the tracks

So you wanna hit a track with me, okay

If you don't wanna pay, don't come my way

Sick of the rappers say they got weight

I try to come at you but you only got a 8th

Get the fuck out my face, unless you wanna feed me the faith

Undersestimate my game because of my shade

But I'ma eat, eat like a fat bitch at a buffet

Stay the fuck out my way

[Chorus]

Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees

Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis

See, I keep it low-key, rather you don't know me

I ain't looking for no friends, y'all just liabilities

Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees

Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis

See, I keep it low-key, rather you don't know me

I ain't looking for no friends, y'all just liabilities

PART 2:

[Interlude]

"Wow! it's really coming on strong...

And then what you have to do is you have take one more enormous hit."

[Bridge]

Six on a Friday, just got paid

For the next three days I'ma stay in a haze

See I worked all day so I gave myself a raise

I don't answer to nobody and my bills get paid

Si-si-six on a Friday, just got paid

For the next three days I'ma stay in a haze-haze

See I worked all day so I gave myself a raise

I don't answer to nobody and my bills get paid

[Interlude]

"He doesn't like you, I'm sorry"

"I don't like you either. You just watch yourself. We're wanted men, I have the death sentence on twelve systems."

"I'll be careful"

"You'll be dead!"

[Verse 2]

Wake up in the mornin' hit the stu zip-tized

Look to my right side and I see a dime lying

Maybe thinking to myself what a wonderful life, how that in the end

I'll be the fucker dragged then ending up tied in the dirt

So there was a motherfucker sayin' I was rappin'

But a cracker took my privacy, I catch him in my place

So I cracked him in the face, he a disgrace to my race

White boy with no taste, put him in his place

[Chorus]

Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees

Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis

See, I keep it low-key, rather you don't know me

I ain't looking for no friends, y'all just liabilities

Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees

Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis

See, I keep it low-key, rather you don't know me

I ain't looking for no friends, y'all just liabilities (Ghostemane!)