Brothers

I don't got niggas, I got brothers and I got God with me We make money in the struggle, they gon' ride with me, they gon' ride with me Dump these packs and split these pies with me, reach the sky with me Ain't gon' stop this motion, nigga, bitch, this our city Keep shit a hundred, bruh, let's run it, but don't lie to me Stand on business, streets we in 'em, we got mouths to feed, So brody, ride with me, if it's beef, then both of us gon' be bustin' They gon' die with me, they gon' die with me For my little brother, I increased the murder rate I sacrificed my life to make sure my little brother straight Fighting demons in my head, nigga, every day Moved out the trenches, but my soul can never get away, huh Cause in these streets it get cold, sleep clutching on my poles Devil grabbing for my soul, nigga, I ain't letting go I ran it up by myself, nigga, I got my own connect I ain't never joined no gang, nigga, I built my own respect They know I shot lil' buddy, but they ain't got no evidence Sometimes I sit back and think like how they ain't caught me yet My brother doing life, no matter how many times he call collect He can't get that time back, I'm grinding hard for appeal just so my dog can bounce back I remember the first time OG told me how to cook crack, nigga, I ain't look back Hublot on my wrist, that's a fact, we set Nigga, my family never stressed, nigga, I ran up a check I put my life on the line for my brothers, nigga I buried them bones in the closet for you, dawg I don't got niggas, I got brothers and I got God with me We make money in the struggle, they gon' ride with me, they gon' ride with me Dump these packs and split these pies with me, reach the sky with me Ain't gon' stop this motion, nigga, bitch, this our city Keep shit a hundred, bruh, let's run it, but don't lie to me Stand on business, streets we in 'em, we got mouths to feed, So brody, ride with me, if it's beef, then both of us gon' be bustin They gon' die with me, they gon' die with me Oh oh, real as it gets, nigga, ain't gon' switch, nigga Oh oh, if that's my dawg, you can't tell me shit, nigga Oh oh, if you a hoe, then you'll get cut off quick, nigga Rather hang around some bitches, for I hang with bitch niggas My feet got blisters, years of running through them trenches Pockets got lighter, sending money through them fences My nigga fell off, here, take this pack and go and flip, I couldn't let my nigga get evicted We move in silence, we is low key, stack up proceeds Ain't got no pack, so don't approach me if you don't know me I call my dawg and he ignored me because he owed me, You lucky that I am not gon' turn me into the old me My nigga J, he held me down in that situation Love you to death, you think I'm playing because I ain't been to Vegas I got that white and I got them blues, ain't no segregation If you need weed, then call Rome for that demonstration I don't f*ck with him no more cause he a rat, nigga Try to touch my pack and I'm gone to turn you to a pack nigga Free all my niggas, damn, just missed a call from Black nigga Can't wait to see Smoke, 20 years flat, he almost back nigga Been doing this shit, nigga, ask about me, nigga Turned up whole hoods in this bitch nigga Turned niggas into thousandaires, hundred thousandaires Did eight years straight, came home and stood on the same shit nigga I don't got niggas, I got brothers and I got God with me We make money in the struggle, they gon' ride with me, they gon' ride with me Dump these packs and split these pies with me, reach the sky with me Ain't gon' stop this motion, nigga, bitch, this our city Keep shit a hundred, bruh, let's run it, but don't lie to me Stand on business, streets we in em, we got mouths to feed, So brody, ride with me, if it's beef, then both of us gon' be bustin They gon' die with me, they gon' die with me Bitch