Brothers Keeper

They know I'm my brother's keeper Let the gospel sing to you niggas like Aretha I'm never playing with these niggas like I'm on the bleachers I'm knocking at your motherfucking door like the Reaper They get a chance now that they think they hit the lotto Painting on your bitch face like my name Picasso I got your main bitch on a private jet to Cabo She Mexican, I'm trying to put my meat up in her taco Balling like I'm 23, but niggas had a .45 Grew up in a city where these niggas really take lives I ain't never going if a nigga try to take mine Niggas acting hard, but they grew up on the safe side I got his back, and he got mine like lethal weapon To any motherfucker that wanna attempt to press him If my brodie call me up, you know we get to steppin Have his mama and his daddy crying to the reverend Man, this shit a dream just to live this fantasy But this ain't no garden, baby I ain't planting down no seeds There'll never be another rapper better after me I jump on any song and turn that bitch to a catastrophe Niggas power tripping just cause they think they got leverage Got the game on lock, bout to send they ass a message I love the beef, I ain't vegan, so why would I dead it The boy was talking sweet, I promise I'll make him regret it Checking anyone who getting all up out of line Testing my patience like if I ain't got any time They calling me the goat, I feel like Jordan in his prime I ain't reached the top yet, so every day I gotta grind As for now, I'ma go and look up to the sky Waving to the past, sending everything goodbye Everybody claim they real, that shit is a facade I can never turn my back on all the guys, ride until I die Now put your hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up and wave them to the sky Put your hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up and wave them to the sky Put your hands up and wave them to the sky