Brockhampton - Dirt

Lyrics
Underachiever but it’s only right I’m back again
Gotta keep a strap with him 
world is filled with savage men
Trynna make a physical of all the things imagined when
In my momma living room mistreated like a doggy pen
Having hoes running in and out like I was selling burgers
Niggas filled my streets with murders
Grab ya ticket Pick a server
Got my youngings paranoid a good kid even on the verga 
Moving daily through the system better that than nothing furtha 
Baby want my digits curved her
Bitches fucking up my mind 
Joey say get on ya grind
Precious minutes, can’t rewind 
Biden snatched that ppp niggas pale and want the shine
Fore they take me out the game, I’ll be in Belize with Shyne
How the fuck you even blame,poverty strict 
Never had shit
Once they showed us slight of hand, did the hat trick poof magic
Feel like this the 90’s 
All this crime with no crimeys 
Niggas foul niggas grimey
Niggas golem niggas birds
Niggas want it if it’s shiney 
Thug and future super slimey
Fuck ya kids fuck ya relatives
Evil deeds is relative
Why I need a therapist when smoking weed is medative 
Pour a pint and meditate 
Starving cuz he neva ate
One bad day fentanyl move a plate from state to state
 Niggas broke can’t get a break
Niggas broke just tape the ache
Tears could fill up 7 seas
Lost 4 homies just this week ain’t even cry up at the wake

MARLON BRANDO

SATURATION 2

Brock Hampton - SCENE

SATURATION III

Brock Hampton - CINEMA 2

Brock Hampton - CINEMA 3

American Boyfriend: A Suburban Love Story

Miserable America

Papercut

Runner

JPEGMAFIA - free the frail (slowed + reverb)

Smiling With No Teeth

I Don't See Colour

LIQUID

Brock Hampton - SCENE

BR0CK