J Dot. & BOSSMANPERRY100 - Brothers

I don't got niggas
I got brothers and I got God with me
We make money in the struggle
They gone ride with me, they gone ride with me
Dump these packs and split these pies with me
Reach the sky with me
Ain't gone 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 gone be busting
They gone die with me, they gone 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 gone ride with me, they gone ride with me
Dump these packs and split these pies with me
Reach the sky with me
Ain't gone 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 gone be busting
They gone die with me, they gone 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 it
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 gone 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
Cause 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 fuck 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 gone ride with me, they gone ride with me
Dump these packs and split these pies with me
Reach the sky with me
Ain't gone 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 gone be busting
They gone die with me, they gone die with me
Bitch

Written by:
Derek Brantley, Jrome Scott

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