I Got Brown, I Got Weed

[Intro] You got brown, you got weed You got brown and weed You got brown, you got weed You got brown and weed [Chorus: Giggs] I got brown (You got brown) I got weed (You got weed) You can holla at me (You got brown and weed) I got brown (You got brown) I got weed (You got weed) You can holla at me (You got brown and weed) [Verse 1: ?] We got white, we got beef We got sniff, and we got [?] I need my life at ease, I need to make the P's I need the P's to make my family eat My family tree, down from me We get the money, and I know they down for me Even though I hustle, I know that they're proud of me It's not the legal way Might need the legal aid But right now, selling food the way, it's got to stay And I've got that ye It's just a phone call I know about grinding, I was selling phones too Watch who phones you and, watch who phones you And watch who you go too Feds will want you tazed and Rather have you laying in your grave and Phone calls get tapped So watch what you stay Feds will watch where you stay, switch your spot everyday Don't get clocked with a cap Cover all your tracks, and make sure you stack [Chorus: Giggs] I got brown (You got brown) I got weed (You got weed) You can holla at me (You got brown and weed) I got brown (You got brown) I got weed (You got weed, Spare) You can holla at me (You got brown and weed, listen, hustlers) [Verse 2: Giggs] I got brown (You got-, brown), I got weed (Weed) I got coke (Coke), any substance that you know (You know) I want P's, I can't handle being broke (Broke) Yeah that's me Make 'em know, fucking about You got the food? I get the P's and I quickerly bounce No mugging about I can get you what you need What feet? I can get it by 50 an ounce (Woo) I cut keys with foster Alright, issue right, [?] leave with doctor (Doctor) Niggas don't want to see me prosper Only time that that happens is when they're eating off ya (Eating off ya) I can feel the hate I can see the snakes Creepin', tryna infiltrate You don't wanna let them feast away Be easy mate Your teasing fate These niggas are bussing their brains Tryna figure out the P's I make (Come on) 'Cause I'm eating cake Fuck around with my shit, I'll have you ducking shots you won't even see me take Woo I had to pause for a second, I needed a break Had to switch up the hustle, and meddle with base Get the scales out just so I can level the weigh (Jheez) Steady hustlin' them boulders boy (Boy) If you need a picture, you can get that instant Sorta like a polaroid (Polaroid) Holla for the [?] ten minutes later, you'll be overjoyed (Overjoyed) The feds are over honest so I'm overnoyed (Overnoyed) [Chorus: Giggs, Joe Grind] I got brown (You got brown) I got weed (You got weed) You can holla at me (You got brown and weed) I got brown (You got brown) I got weed (You got weed) You can holla at me (You got brown and weed, Joey, Grind) [Verse 3: Joe Grind] (You got brow-) Look, look [?] in the white, [?] in the brown [?], [?] in the [?] 'Cause I had the good greens (Good greens) Or ever had niggas in the ends buying 10s, and the cats call I really can't stand fiends From light to night, from night to light From rain to snow Back to the sun, I'm grinding (I'm grinding) I keep my back to the wall, on guard, stay cool 'Cause I'm slip and sliding I'm still on the grind So I love a punch, yeah? 'Cause it's still on the grind, they ain't love Joe I'm picking up 9's, weighing 2 grams 10s 4 gram mixing in with 28 O's (Straight) 5 19, [?], you know how many buy? Don't worry, cah the green needs folding If you ask for a bell, the anwer's no 'cause I'm not having you owe me (No) My paper stacks slowly (Slow) [?] low boy Don't leave my things 'round my yard incase it gets raided Fuck it, I'm paranoid (Paranoid) But I'd rather get my door kicked off With my paranoid safety than going in jail (Going in jail) To getting my door kicked off and my crew gets me a couple years in jail So I stay on the road like cars [?] invest in the one on roads Feds come and dash that green, and as for [?] I say I just cash my gyro How they gonna say no? If the popo don't find the popo can, they nick me? No (Nah) Might [?] from now Cah I swear down blud them feds ain't catching Joe (Never) [Chorus] You got brown, you got weed You got brown and weed You got brown, you got weed You got brown and weed You got bro-