85 Barritz BRO-HAM Action Bronson

[Action Bronson]
I roll the blunt up as soon as i wake my thoughts a linen
My flow is like a one night stand with all sorts of women
The orchestrator, the picture perfect portrait player
Lose your data tryna stop me on the course to paper
Mustard loafer hopping out the gypsy cab
One dutch but I copped 150 bag
Thats for my neck just like a scarf in the winter
Plus i spit the type of shit to make you barf up your dinner
Bronson a winner, gorgonzola garlic agenda
Far from pretender shorty take the coat when i enter
The public defender, the man of the people nobody equal
My fam negotiating your life most of em hebrew
Black kosher posing with the black toaster
Me and Hugginatti dipping in the black cobra
American built ground up from ground up
Get ground up, duck never get found fuck
Sharp with the dressing Bronsonelli reek of street essence
Mean Jean holding down the scene and plus we green scented
Reinvented summertime we flee the benches
37 sour diesel blunts to feed the senses
Back to rocking old lives a pair of high 4’s
I eat the dinner of a winner often five course
I rhyme words baby mama say my mind lost
Cause all my garments stay embroided with a fine horse