Brown Munde by Premz Lyrics

Quote from the song “Brown Munde” by Premz

Fresh from a setback
Fell for the winds, I accept that
The game got political, I stepped back
I only came to win so respect that
Money on my mind, it's attracting
Spoke to existence, laws of attraction
Always really lived what we're rapping
It's outstanding, look where the bars got me standing
And it was always work or words
So I had to ditch work, go and work on words
Flipped that, now I make it work with words
Billed a line selling words like I'm serving work
So they can ride sentences, I write them
And they can bill a line while I writе one
Truth is now we're both sеlling lines
Only one of those lines have us sitting doing time
The divine one, it's a God in fact
Pen game enough to make them all retract
Sensei, now they can't ignore the facts
And now I come for it all, in fact more than that
Call it maal in rap
From a place where we used to serve maal in wraps
Profit, losses, I charge them back
So you can run, tell the world that the Raja's back
Hustle in my blood, my temperament
Came up from the mud, street decadence
Working day and night for a betterment
Adjust to this life, bill a line and embezzlement
Been elegant, major with it
From the bottom, got skill then turned tables with it
I love the game but hate the business
But still sacrifice the profit like the aim's religious
Frank Lucas with that damn yay
Went from having pebble lines to a fan base
How much more stabs can my back take?
Learned to never trust a smile or a handshake
Cause there ain't no friends in this damn game
We spill blood and turn pain into champagne
Brown boy, only now I wear the crown boy
Or brown munde, I don't care, it's all the damn same

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[Verse]

Fresh from a setback
Fell for the winds, I accept that
The game got political, I stepped back
I only came to win so respect that
Money on my mind, it's attracting
Spoke to existence, laws of attraction
Always really lived what we're rapping
It's outstanding, look where the bars got me standing
And it was always work or words
So I had to ditch work, go and work on words
Flipped that, now I make it work with words
Billed a line selling words like I'm serving work
So they can ride sentences, I write them
And they can bill a line while I writе one
Truth is now we're both sеlling lines
Only one of those lines have us sitting doing time
The divine one, it's a God in fact
Pen game enough to make them all retract
Sensei, now they can't ignore the facts
And now I come for it all, in fact more than that
Call it maal in rap
From a place where we used to serve maal in wraps
Profit, losses, I charge them back
So you can run, tell the world that the Raja's back
Hustle in my blood, my temperament
Came up from the mud, street decadence
Working day and night for a betterment
Adjust to this life, bill a line and embezzlement
Been elegant, major with it
From the bottom, got skill then turned tables with it
I love the game but hate the business
But still sacrifice the profit like the aim's religious
Frank Lucas with that damn yay
Went from having pebble lines to a fan base
How much more stabs can my back take?
Learned to never trust a smile or a handshake
Cause there ain't no friends in this damn game
We spill blood and turn pain into champagne
Brown boy, only now I wear the crown boy
Or brown munde, I don't care, it's all the damn same