For the Bro

Who Yeah
(They call me Tripp)
Dez I Gotchu
(Who Yeah)
(Who)
(Aww)
(This for the Bro that's up the road, That ain't never coming)

I let them know, It ain't for the hoes
This is for the bro that's up the road, That ain't never coming home Na
The money on the phone, Commissary paying for the smoke
You ain't know, I let them know
Stacking up my flow, Broke no, I'm still getting dough
I gotta go I gotta go now, The City getting cold
12 Asked me, I don't know, Yeah this one For The Bro

Run it up, Westbrook, right foot left foot, putting in that footwork
Bird box flow, now they wonder how my nest look
Look at my discovery, that joint look like a textbook
All I do is ball, I don't fumble I recover
Was younger coming up, I was the one that used to stutter
Just hit my cousin Gudda, For the fresh pair of butters
Man they thinking I'll be Stuntin, I'm just keeping it 100
Let you know they call me Tripp, You ain't no it's nice to meet you
I been in the field, On the bench, and in the bleachers
I hope you still streaming, What I said I really mean it
Calling me a fiend, I hit the weed and then proceed
I ain't beefing, I'm a vegan, I told them give me a reason
I do it for the people, Yeah even the nonbelievers
Boy I had to cool down, now I feel like I'm anemic
Told the coppers stop the watching, might as well be watching TV (You ain't know)

I let them know
It ain't for the hoes No, This is for my bro that's up the road
That ain't never coming home Dog
The money on the phone, Commissary paying for the smoke
You ain't know, I let I let them know Yeah
Stacking up my flow
Broke no, I'm still getting dough
I gotta go, I gotta go yeah
The city getting cold
12 asked me, I don't know Yeah

I let them know, It ain't for the hoes
This is for the bro that's up the road, That ain't never coming home (Na)
The money on the phone, Commissary paying for the smoke
You ain't know, I let them know
Stacking up my flow, Broke no, I'm still getting dough
I gotta go I gotta go now, The City getting cold
12 Asked me, I don't know, Yeah this one For The Bro

They was locking up the King, CO knocking at the door, I won't ever get a ring
Shorty turned me down, She won't ever get a ring
Harmonizing on the track, They thinking all I do is sing, OK
I really got it, My wave is on Poseidon
Grew up playing cops and robbers, Now I'm a recording artist
Can't forget about my job, I just got fired from Borgata
I know, You hear me now, But I ain't hook up with Verizon, Look
Man I'd be wrong if you ain't hate on me, Let them sleep, Let them stay on E
I'm a squeeze until my hands don't squeeze
Spit fire on piano beats, Talk dirty so I'm sorry for that stain I leave
Straight Facts, Yeah that's all I breathe
Every morning in the mirror when I floss my teeth
Who yeah got my, Son in my eyes now that's all I see, Another chance yeah that's all I need That's on me

I let them know
It ain't for the Hoes (Na)
This is for my bro that's up the road, That ain't never coming home
The money on the phone, Commissary paying for the smoke
You ain't know, I let them know
Stacking up my flow
Broke no, I'm still getting dough
I gotta go, I gotta go now
City getting cold, 12 Asked me
I don't know, No