Lil ches - Early

Brother brought the bowls in and he brought them bitches early
When that ruger in my hand, I hit the man that look the furthest
I'ma get 'bout my respect, send them shots at Auntie Shirley
I don't wear no Nike tech, cause bro gon' wear em on the murder
The way I hear 'em talking I can tell that he a server
Had my mind up on that paper way before I was a gerber
Parked up in the back streets, in the truck we serving sherbert
I was at the crib the whole day Ian involving in no murder
Brodie made it out the trenches now he is a soldier
Once that hemi off the lot I heard them boys gon' switch the motor
Bring her sister to the BnB don't care if she look older
Naw this Percocet can't get to me I'm keeping my composure
Had to get some real estate the white man taking over
Bro be perc'd up like he superman he feel like Casanova
I was plotting trying to get it, I was hittin' on that dozier
Let some shots off at yo Escalade I'm keeping my composure
Nigga fucked the mood up how the hell you drop the bottle?
Wanna take these pics with me I coulda swore she wasn't a model
I don sat in this electric damn, I forgot the model
Ima still love my lil bro, even if he wasn't no shotta
Waiting on my next move but I had to keep it quiet
You gon talk about his dead folk, you gon sit in here and lie?
Look her in her eyes I tell her girl at least you know I tried
Illuminati be the circle 'cause I'm closing up my ties
Ring around the rosie, who the bitch you got in mind?
Set my play up for the day, I hang up on that landline
Bro gon' sit down till he blow up like a fucking landmine
Stupid as the fuck, I'ma crash and die about mine
Brother brought the bowls in and he brought them bitches early
When that ruger in my hand, I hit the man that look the furthest
I'ma get 'bout my respect, send them shots at Auntie Shirley
I don't wear no Nike tech, cause bro gon' wear em on the murder

Written by:
Chester Jenkins

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