Theories - Starlito

They gunned my young boy down, Mike Brown

What if it were Mike White?

like like like

Mike with the one glove

Mike still selling shoes, he ain’t showing love

They gunned my young boy down, Mike Brown

What if it were Mike White?

like like like

Mike with the one glove

Mike still selling shoes, he ain’t showing love

Mike bite your ear off, take a year off

Wait, I done veered off, 'bout to take a quick trip to Saint Louis

We gone burn it to the ground and we ain’t moving

We looting, they shooting, we losing

Make a nigga wanna straight make hate music

Tryna tell me be a leader, maybe help them see their way through it

What I’m s’posed to say, I got eight toolies

Went and got it out the mud, dry time praying that it flood

Young street nigga with his faith and his plug

Now I’m buying up bandos, renovate them bitches, tryna make me a dove

I don’t make music to be played in the clubs

Said it sounds like I’m sleeping, tryna wake a nigga up

What you take a nigga for?

I wasn’t raised to give a fuck

And I don’t owe nobody shit and I don’t think these niggas tough

One man army, never seen one man haunt me

Been jumped, dumped at, but I dump back

Change your background, dug through your little raps

Guess what, man we couldn’t find one fact

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