For My Brotha

I do it for my brothers We f*ck up some commas We out here doing numbers Cause we hot like the summer I do it for my mama The fame it came with drama I couldn't be a scholar So i turned to a baller Long nights in the studio Hours spent in the booth 2 Hit songs in a row I think i'm gon chop the roof They straight tripping over my flow I know I ain't gonna lose 2 pounds of the boof Hotboxin' in the coupe No wallet cause it won't fold Cuban links so my neck cold This VVS and no fake gold So much water need a rain coat Got the choppas so we stay bold Got more money than a bank hold La Ferrari Yeah I'll race home 458 Got no brakes holmes 458 gotta race holmes Call yo bitch up on the telephone Rolex on my left wrist Know I did shit on my own I got a bag from working hard Beat out you rappers like bar to bar Driving around in a foreign car I can't believe that we came so far I do it for my brothers We f*ck up some commas We out here doing numbers Cause we hot like the summer I do it for my mama The fame it came with drama I couldn't be a scholar So i turned to a baller Ice the patek and i go get a check You left in a wreck, you looked at my neck YGR chain i'm repping the set You running yo mouth i pull out the tech It go blow blow blow Want it now now now We trying positions in showing her how Call up the plug we smoke bout a pound Call up my dawgs and we smoke bout a deuce Free slimeboss he been framed like the juice Put hands on him and he had to let loose I was surprised he didn't go shoot Met with the coach and he came in the coupe You biting my style like forbidden fruit We dropping the hits like it was a nuke Counting them hunnids you know that they blue I do it for my brothers We f*ck up some commas We out here doing numbers Cause we hot like the summer I do it for my mama The fame it came with drama I couldn't be a scholar So i turned to a baller