My Brothers Keeper (feat. E.Scott)
You talk bad about E you talk bad about me
Family
Niggas like to talk when they don't got it
All that sucker shit we don't acknowledge
Don't trip about it bro we all started as a novice
The only rule of thumb you better shoot it if you got it
Hood niggas but good niggas we just want more from life
You ain't gotta comprise quality if you source it right
Shorty wanna sip then come suck me the saucy type
Lyrics get her hot like an engine and the warning light
Starving out just like Christ but more than 40 nights
Momma said that it would get better up in the morning time
Not calling momma a liar but it ain't happen
The only thing it did was made me colder and a savage
Everyday I say my prayers and vow I never would be average
My connect Cuban but I do not play for Dallas
Moving with a purpose while you out here all sporadic
And I been a Prodigy but I'm still known to give them Havoc
Life a game a chess then you die that's a checkmate
Your team's not on the same page that's a headache
I just missed the era where they did it off cassette tapes
But me I stay with bars that make anybody head shake
Niggas hungry all at the table and don't talk a lot
Shoot first then ask last they let it spark a lot
Your whole team transformed on you they like the autobots
I'm parking lot pimping in the parking lot
Young OG it's nothing to front the fee
But my name so solid that they do it off the freeski
Numbers going up now she out here trying to G me
I told calm down ma Easy Easy
You ever fold
Hell No
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
You ever fold
Hell No
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
Shit hit different
When u living
What u spitting
Teach ma son to ball with clippers
At the point
I'm doc Rivers
I was moving knicks
Always on my shit
Jameel I told mutha fuckers
Ima kill em till they sick
Get use to this
Distribute the peace
Bitch I'm Ludacris
And like Nelly
I came in went them lunatics
From the corner
I shoot Stojakovic
You know me
I always talk a lot of shit
I could have
Which one I want
I just gotta pick
We only fuck and smoke weed
We don't politic
I been fly
Since fusions and Omavi fits
Only balling with
Who I'll catch a body with
It's time to get it
My gang
We on mission
To fill our up wit blue shit
Like we cripping
Stayed down
To come up
That's what happens with persistence
It took a lot mutha fucker
But we did it
Will I fold
Hell no
In this booth I'm spitting fire
As if hell rose
Heard that pressure bust pipes
I move better
When the pressure on me
I'm fish scale
And your worked that's steeped on
I step back in the kitchen
Get my Steph on
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
You ever fold
Hell No
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
Family
Niggas like to talk when they don't got it
All that sucker shit we don't acknowledge
Don't trip about it bro we all started as a novice
The only rule of thumb you better shoot it if you got it
Hood niggas but good niggas we just want more from life
You ain't gotta comprise quality if you source it right
Shorty wanna sip then come suck me the saucy type
Lyrics get her hot like an engine and the warning light
Starving out just like Christ but more than 40 nights
Momma said that it would get better up in the morning time
Not calling momma a liar but it ain't happen
The only thing it did was made me colder and a savage
Everyday I say my prayers and vow I never would be average
My connect Cuban but I do not play for Dallas
Moving with a purpose while you out here all sporadic
And I been a Prodigy but I'm still known to give them Havoc
Life a game a chess then you die that's a checkmate
Your team's not on the same page that's a headache
I just missed the era where they did it off cassette tapes
But me I stay with bars that make anybody head shake
Niggas hungry all at the table and don't talk a lot
Shoot first then ask last they let it spark a lot
Your whole team transformed on you they like the autobots
I'm parking lot pimping in the parking lot
Young OG it's nothing to front the fee
But my name so solid that they do it off the freeski
Numbers going up now she out here trying to G me
I told calm down ma Easy Easy
You ever fold
Hell No
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
You ever fold
Hell No
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
Shit hit different
When u living
What u spitting
Teach ma son to ball with clippers
At the point
I'm doc Rivers
I was moving knicks
Always on my shit
Jameel I told mutha fuckers
Ima kill em till they sick
Get use to this
Distribute the peace
Bitch I'm Ludacris
And like Nelly
I came in went them lunatics
From the corner
I shoot Stojakovic
You know me
I always talk a lot of shit
I could have
Which one I want
I just gotta pick
We only fuck and smoke weed
We don't politic
I been fly
Since fusions and Omavi fits
Only balling with
Who I'll catch a body with
It's time to get it
My gang
We on mission
To fill our up wit blue shit
Like we cripping
Stayed down
To come up
That's what happens with persistence
It took a lot mutha fucker
But we did it
Will I fold
Hell no
In this booth I'm spitting fire
As if hell rose
Heard that pressure bust pipes
I move better
When the pressure on me
I'm fish scale
And your worked that's steeped on
I step back in the kitchen
Get my Steph on
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
You ever fold
Hell No
Different Day
New Flow
They out here talking crazy
You know how that shit go
I got my on the tuck
Ima keep this on the low
And we gonna get this money
Rain Sleet Hail Snow
Credits
Writer(s): Asmar Capers
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