38 Spesh, Ransom, Harry Fraud and Benny the Butcher - Band Of Brothers

(You're a Wizard Harry)

Ayo, I got a pistol and it's staying by me
I got a lot of issues, so my death is anticipated highly
That was me facilitating robberies, I'm like a hardware store
I take a key and start making copies
Kill me, it's gon' take a posse
You thinking wisely and I refuse to let you dudes patronize me
I charge a hundred for an eighth of broccoli
You heard about me, I got enough Greenhouses to play Monopoly
Caught cases selling yay in lobbies, few bitches I fucked
Had ugly faces with amazing bodies
I'm frustrated when a hater by me
I took my bank statements and made a diary
That's great advisory, huh, I ain't waiting 'til the label sign me
I had illegal empires that probably generate the same as Ghazi's
I remember playing on them side streets
Then I built the brand with my brothers
Like the Wayans and the Isleys (yeah)

I know you probably heard I gave 'em crumbs
Then I made a run in rap, gave it back and donated funds (true)
Provided jobs for my neighbor's sons, built foundations to save the slums
While talking about cocaine and guns (same time)
My ex told me we don't date because (fuck her)
I'm too self-centered, I spent more time counting then making love
A contractor, I could make a plug (I could make a plug)
I contact ya with a load and a number sweeter than maple syrup
That first million dollars gave me courage (it made me strong)
I'm Facetiming bosses, talking in the camera like I'm Katie Couric (ah)
Can't hear you, my new Mercedes purring (skrrt)
Ain't a day that I didn't earn or a favor a nigga ain't return
I'm booked in cities, put work in them same towns, stepped on it
I came down with footwork like I'm James Brown
And don't mistake the shit that they say for the same styles (this ain't that)
These street politics for civilians, I break down, uh (I break it down)
I straddle lines of crack and rhymes
But this old school 'Lac of mines looks like I just traveled back in time
I shedded weight, my crew half the size, nigga (half the size)
I built a band with my brothers like the Jackson Five (yeah)

Thoughts of matching us then your plans absurd (yeah)
Could get you whacked before dessert
You'll be tortured before the lamb is served
I handle birds like Mike on the roof, I'm likely to shoot
You understand my nerves
You would if you knew the depth of what Amber heard (woo)
Judge slamming gavels, the verdict's guilty, watch man emerge (uh-huh)
Bloodstained apparel, the furs is filthy, I damaged furs (doot-doot-doot)
I ain't got no plan to splurge, time to hit the blocky (uh-uh)
I'ma slam the curb, you ain't built to withstand the purge
Get you killed for some grams of herb (ah)
Dirt cheap (yes), first night home from prison's the worst sleep (facts)
Violated the first week (yeah), I was raised on these cursed streets
On North and Torn, shit
If you don't bump into the Devil three times a day
Then you walking with him (let's go)
How my wicked lawyer beat all them charges? (How?)
I'm off regardless, got some bodies that's decomposing in lost garages
These crosshairs is how I cross my targets (blatt)
Live off the harvest with my band of brothers like we was all DeBarges
Duffel, The Butch', Trust

Written by:
Jeremie Pennick, Justin Harrell, Randy Nichols, Rory William Quigley

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