My Brudda

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah My bro-bro, my brudda Yeah, yeah My nigga we in this Yeah, yeah My bro-bro, my brudda, my nigga we in this This street life forever, tryna make it out the trenches You breakin' the rules, that's cool or whatever But soon as you go to jail, these niggas be tellin' My bro-bro, my brudda, my nigga we in this This street life forever, tryna make it out the trenches You breakin' the rules, that's cool or whatever But soon as you go to jail, these niggas be tellin' Run down with that metal, run wit' convicted felons I'm chasin' that bag, I'm tryna get richer My money gettin' thicker These bitches gettin' slicker, fucked up in they feelings They want whoever winning, but I won't be a victim And free JJ, I miss him Just talked to Jay and Nine, they say everything been fine Know I can't waste no time Everyday I'm on the grind Can't let you stop my shine Don't fault just do yo time We just be feelin' down, when nobody on yo side But it's too late to cry, my tears then all dried You seen me fake a smile, but I won't tell no lies My business televised, been doing this for a while Police tryna lock us in They keep taking my men People hollin', they nuts, but it is what it is My bruddas know I'll never change up F*ck over that gang, but they can never change us My bro-bro, my brudda, my nigga we in this This street life forever, tryna make it out the trenches You breakin' the rules, that's cool or whatever But soon as you go to jail, these niggas be tellin' My bro-bro, my brudda, my nigga we in this This street life forever, tryna make it out the trenches You breakin' the rules, that's cool or whatever But soon as you go to jail, these niggas be tellin' Thinkin' bout a bag I been chasing everyday Still stressin' bout my bruddas while they locked up in that cage I been getting it out of concrete, ain't nobody make a way Best get down, gun to the face, move around and niggas hate Broad day I catch a case, don't give a f*ck bout what you think E and J it's in my cup, and this shit help to ease my pain Told my bruddas it's a shame, the way we live the way we came How they throw salt on our name, talkin' down about that gang, well bitch Yeah they know what it is, if I spoke it it's real You can't come where I hang, if you ain't from where I live Soon as violence be happenin', Young 'n Wreckless appeal They say we breakin' the law, but shit it is what it is And we been in the streets for so long, yeah Tryna move on, yeah They say them wreckless outchea gang affiliated We just some youngins in the hood tryna make it My bro-bro, my brudda, my nigga we in this This street life forever, tryna make it out the trenches You breakin' the rules, that's cool or whatever But soon as you go to jail, these niggas be tellin' My bro-bro, my brudda, my nigga we in this This street life forever, tryna make it out the trenches You breakin' the rules, that's cool or whatever But soon as you go to jail, these niggas be tellin' (Yeah), yeah, (yeah) Ahh Quarterbaby, nigga Yeah