I Got Brown, I Got Weed Giggs (Ft. Joe Grind)

[Intro]
You got brown, you got weed
You got brown and weed
You got brown, you got weed
You got brown and weed

[Chorus: Giggs]
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)
I got brown (You got brown)
I got weed (You got weed)
You can holla at me (You got brown and weed)

[Verse 1: ?]
We got white, we got beef
We got sniff, and we got [?]
I need my life at ease, I need to make the P's
I need the P's to make my family eat
My family tree, down from me
We get the money, and I know they down for me
Even though I hustle, I know that they're proud of me
It's not the legal way
Might need the legal aid
But right now, selling food the way, it's got to stay
And I've got that ye
It's just a phone call
I know about grinding, I was selling phones too
Watch who phones you and, watch who phones you
And watch who you go too
Feds will want you tazed and
Rather have you laying in your grave and
Phone calls get tapped
So watch what you stay
Feds will watch where you stay, switch your spot everyday
Don't get clocked with a cap
Cover all your tracks, and make sure you stack