Creative Gold - Brownsville Swing lyrics

[Verse 1: Creative Gold] Born stunner 93 number runner Brownsville I run With the top gunners Forever loyal to the streets That taught me the hustle Forever love my God Cause he gave me the muscle Don't worry I'm good blood My circle a little tighter I try not to stress So my iris a little whiter It's been a good year But it could get a little better A little cheddar for the youngin' That's running the mecca Hip-Hop ain't dead I'm still kicking my n***a Theo on the beat He still kicking my n***a Had sounds of brazil jumping Couple haters but it's nothing I'm still doing it so fluid Cause I'm the truest Won't stop till I'm parlaying Sipping on foreign juices Rappers in my hand Hanging from different nuces The a**a**in coming straight From Riverdale & Sackman Showing you good times My n***a tell me what's happenin' [Hook: Creative Gold] Space is the limit f** the sky I'm a rep my city till I motherf**ing die Till I till I die Till I till I die x2 [Verse 2: Creative Gold] b**hes see the kid Meal ticket in they eyes But all I see is one night Right in between her thighs I'm street smart hunny You can't catch a crook slipping Wake up in the morning Your purse and your weave missing I'm eight steps ahead Nine on a good day I'm the coach in the game & I'm drawing up good plays OG taught me well I'm still learning new sh** Teach my young n***as & I hope that they gone use it When I get the throne I pray that I never lose it My blood sweat and tears Goes into all of my music Sorry for a minute Had to get sentimental It's something bout the instruments Bumping this instrumental I'm cliche poppin' Like adolescence with pimples Still attracted to the cuties with the deep dimples The back or the front If you know what I mean Might keep baby around If she ain't trying to scheme