Brickell Notes II

Uh huh uh huh Uh huh uh huh One two one two One two one two IG Yeah They say I'm old school sprinkled with that new shit Feel like I'm in a pickle every time I do shit Even when I was little always thought I knew shit I know who I am I don't have to prove shit This part two of Brickell notes Part one was lost afloat Never manned a boat I'm used to snow and coats Up in the Midwest To be honest I'm impressed With the beaches and the sex Hard times come with stress And sunshine solves the rest Three days before I left I had cuffs around my wrists My pops was pissed helped a nigga get out Told him I'd drop a disc and we'll figure it out One two one two One two one two What about part three? Invitation parties Feels like a meet and greet Feels like I can't take a seat Standing up prim and proper They serving shrimp and lobster Some of them went to Harvard Some got old money Mexican dough money Johnny Depp blow money 1 milly a show money I'm feeling like an outcast Where's Ms. Jackson? Or better yet the bathroom Can't find it in this mansion A different type of fashion JT with the suit and tie Take a seat in the stall and wonder why Think back to when we rode down Uni The same street that our homie died Our love still alive left us traumatized But we made it through Now when we celebrate we dedicating it to you That's true People say I changed But how you 'possed to grow When all you do is stay the same? That's real Yeah Uh huh uh huh One two one two