Brothers (feat. Cory Gunz)

Yea yea yea This for the bros Yea yea Look This for the bros yea yea The ones who follow code yea look We all we got This is all we know Lord forgive my brothers All day in the trap Tryin to make it out the gutter Free the real know it feel sometimes Don't nobody love you Money stacked king Hold your head high know you coming home to something That ain't even no discussion Streets is crazy so please protect my brothers Never got the chance to hold my man down I just hope he know I love em Take care of the kids Bring peace to his mother Rest in peace my nigga G that boy was a gunner E dog was a gunner Sandy was a gunner If I scream they name loud enough will they hear me I wonder Yeah I wonder Ooh lord protect my brother I am my brothers keeper Dont tell them to keep up If he reaching then you better reach out Please lord Please lord protect my brothers We come from the gutter Trying to make it out the jungle And all we know is hustle I don't wanna struggle Keep me out the bubble All we know is rumble Feel don't nobody love you I got it now with me Niggas rather r.i.p me before they say the proud of me They just wanna r.s.v.p and walk thru the crowd with me Traumatized P.t.s.d so I keep the loud wit me It was not only haters that doubted me Did a lot and that made it amount to me There ain't no quantity to my quality Niggas know I'ma rappin anomaly You smoking pack but i practice astronomy They would say that I made it undoubtedly From somewhere to live they not allowed to me In the kitchen they play with the pottery So the counters and tables are powdery Won't nothing go right if you clown on me Won't nothing go right if you clown on me It'll go left It'll go up Or it'll go down on me Everybody they can count on me Feel like niggas wanna county me Feel like niggas wanna bounty me Cuz they bitches wanna downy me In the house doing alchemy On the couch or the balcony they don't care what i'm out to be For they king me they''ll try to malcom me Different kin not a algemy Spit shit they gotta album me If they ain't my brothers then word to my mother they better get the f*ck from round me Please lord Please lord protect my brothers We come from the gutter Trying to make it out the jungle And all we know is hustle I don't wanna struggle Keep me out the bubble All we know is rumble Feel don't nobody love you D.o.g 609 That's my god That's my dog yea D.o.g 609 Thats my dog Thats my god yea