BROTHERS

Love to my brothers I hope they can tell
I hope they doing really well
Hope they doing really swell
Highschool days staying after the bell
Like it's football season

Only the homies can visit the crib
Is what it is
Said what I said
And I did what I did
And I don't have to lie
Some of my bruddahs be caught in the ties
That's why i always be in a disguise
She said it don't even matter bout size
But baby I'm grown
Just letting you know
White chick be sniffing the snow
You fucking her On the down low
You gotta just do better
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I be like Micky mouse with the cheddar

Love to my brothers I hope they can tell
I hope that they doing really well
Hope they doing really swell
Highschool days staying after the bell
Like it's football season

I walk with a pistol
This shit be a missle
I'm sending of shots and I come for ur dome
Walk through the city I carry a chrome
Calling cops like pick up the phone
There's mad man running around
Holding a chopper and knocking us down
Yeah I'm the talk of the town
I be a rapper and you be a clown
Nobody be stealing my crown
I'm up on the thrown
Nobody wanna get shit all on their own
Stealing and robbing is all that they know
Stealing and robbing is all that they know

Love to my brothers I hope they can tell
I hope that they doing really well
Hope they doing really swell
Highschool days staying after the bell
Like it's football season

Just give me a reason to pop off the charts
You won't believe it
Open your eyes
It's clear you can see it
Don't try to tell me them lies
Cuz all my brothers carry a nine
And you don't



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Cammidge
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