Letter 2 My Brother
Turn Me Up Josh
J Thrash On The Track
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother?
Main story, me tryna crash, I won't let 'em
We had got a youngin clipped
Still don't feel better
And I had cut off every nigga
Who had said they my killer (Nah, for real)
Sometimes, I cry a lot of tears, this shit don't feel right
You know I ain't gon' never be the same until you kill, right?
My life both fucked twin and you keep tellin' me to live life
You know I think 'bout all our memories
It gives me chills right
Balancin' our kids and our big sister cryin' every night
Talked to God, my gun down, I don't give a fuck
They wanna see her diе
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
It hurt so much, can't hold it in
And you feel like goin' up top
Just brought you closer to the еnd
Don't feel right
I don't know what you seen in me
But, I'm havin' nightmares, I can't go to sleep
Told my mans, "Walk out the door"
Still tryna hold it in
Take care of your daughter
Everybody argue, you just stand on ten
He to a pic' with his new blick and think he in the field
I ain't got to prove myself to no nigga to show that I'm real
Everybody want to pick up a gun, but, won't nobody kill
I let niggas get too comfortable, now, they just wanna chill
Niggas say what they gon' do for you
He told me, "If I shoot, you shoot"
If you down on me, won't nobody come to your funeral
He tryna be hard, don't wanna listen
I can't get through to you
Give brodie the blicky, sit back and witness
I just throw the hoop
I put stars inside the roof so it'll never rain
I put diamonds on my dogs so they'll never change
I took racks up out the safe and took it to the bank
You lied to me, say you never leave
I wish you never came
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother?
Main story, me tryna crash, I won't let 'em
We had got a youngin clipped
But, this shit still don't feel better
And I had cut off every nigga
Who had said they my killer (Nah, for real)
Sometimes, I cry a lot of tears, this shit don't feel right
You know I ain't gon' never be the same until you kill, right?
My life both fucked twin and you keep tellin' me to live life
You know I think 'bout all our memories
It gives me chills right
Balancin' our kids and our big sister cryin' every night
Talked to God, my gun down, I don't give a fuck
They wanna see her die
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
It hurt so much, can't hold it in
And you feel like goin' up top
Just brought you closer to the end
This shit don't feel right
Told my dog that he can't come 'round no more
He think I want him dead
Before you came, I loaded up all my clips and put one in the head
I can't have no niggas with me playin' killer, but really scared
I'm talkin' 'bout dice game, see lil and big brother in the shed
Make him turn the lights off
'Fore she come down and give me head
I washed all the song
Dirty pistol and bloody hands
I done been on missions, kept cliquin'
And that bitch steady jammed
I done came through a couple times
You saw the car and ran
I just do what I can, life wasn't too fair
You in the hood all by yourself with nothin' to do there
I did shit for you that you won't ask to do for me
I been up for weeks, been chewin' Percs, but, I can barely sleep
I don't wanna love no more
Wish I never hug no hoe
Can't stop takin' drugs no more
Just promise me that you'll never go
And I'll be here for you 'til you get old
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother?
Main story, me tryna crash, I won't let 'em
We had got a youngin clipped
But, this shit still don't feel better
And I had cut off every nigga
Who had said they my killer (Nah, for real)
Sometimes, I cry a lot of tears, this shit don't feel right
You know I ain't gon' never be the same until you kill, right?
My life both fucked twin and you keep tellin' me to live life
You know I think 'bout all our memories
It gives me chills right
Balancin' our kids and our big sister cryin' every night
Talked to God, my gun down, I don't give a fuck
They wanna see her die
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
It hurt so much, can't hold it in
And you feel like goin' up top
Just brought you closer to the end
This shit don't feel right
J Thrash On The Track
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother?
Main story, me tryna crash, I won't let 'em
We had got a youngin clipped
Still don't feel better
And I had cut off every nigga
Who had said they my killer (Nah, for real)
Sometimes, I cry a lot of tears, this shit don't feel right
You know I ain't gon' never be the same until you kill, right?
My life both fucked twin and you keep tellin' me to live life
You know I think 'bout all our memories
It gives me chills right
Balancin' our kids and our big sister cryin' every night
Talked to God, my gun down, I don't give a fuck
They wanna see her diе
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
It hurt so much, can't hold it in
And you feel like goin' up top
Just brought you closer to the еnd
Don't feel right
I don't know what you seen in me
But, I'm havin' nightmares, I can't go to sleep
Told my mans, "Walk out the door"
Still tryna hold it in
Take care of your daughter
Everybody argue, you just stand on ten
He to a pic' with his new blick and think he in the field
I ain't got to prove myself to no nigga to show that I'm real
Everybody want to pick up a gun, but, won't nobody kill
I let niggas get too comfortable, now, they just wanna chill
Niggas say what they gon' do for you
He told me, "If I shoot, you shoot"
If you down on me, won't nobody come to your funeral
He tryna be hard, don't wanna listen
I can't get through to you
Give brodie the blicky, sit back and witness
I just throw the hoop
I put stars inside the roof so it'll never rain
I put diamonds on my dogs so they'll never change
I took racks up out the safe and took it to the bank
You lied to me, say you never leave
I wish you never came
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother?
Main story, me tryna crash, I won't let 'em
We had got a youngin clipped
But, this shit still don't feel better
And I had cut off every nigga
Who had said they my killer (Nah, for real)
Sometimes, I cry a lot of tears, this shit don't feel right
You know I ain't gon' never be the same until you kill, right?
My life both fucked twin and you keep tellin' me to live life
You know I think 'bout all our memories
It gives me chills right
Balancin' our kids and our big sister cryin' every night
Talked to God, my gun down, I don't give a fuck
They wanna see her die
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
It hurt so much, can't hold it in
And you feel like goin' up top
Just brought you closer to the end
This shit don't feel right
Told my dog that he can't come 'round no more
He think I want him dead
Before you came, I loaded up all my clips and put one in the head
I can't have no niggas with me playin' killer, but really scared
I'm talkin' 'bout dice game, see lil and big brother in the shed
Make him turn the lights off
'Fore she come down and give me head
I washed all the song
Dirty pistol and bloody hands
I done been on missions, kept cliquin'
And that bitch steady jammed
I done came through a couple times
You saw the car and ran
I just do what I can, life wasn't too fair
You in the hood all by yourself with nothin' to do there
I did shit for you that you won't ask to do for me
I been up for weeks, been chewin' Percs, but, I can barely sleep
I don't wanna love no more
Wish I never hug no hoe
Can't stop takin' drugs no more
Just promise me that you'll never go
And I'll be here for you 'til you get old
Damn, Lamar, how you just leave yo' lil' brother?
Main story, me tryna crash, I won't let 'em
We had got a youngin clipped
But, this shit still don't feel better
And I had cut off every nigga
Who had said they my killer (Nah, for real)
Sometimes, I cry a lot of tears, this shit don't feel right
You know I ain't gon' never be the same until you kill, right?
My life both fucked twin and you keep tellin' me to live life
You know I think 'bout all our memories
It gives me chills right
Balancin' our kids and our big sister cryin' every night
Talked to God, my gun down, I don't give a fuck
They wanna see her die
What you know 'bout cryin' in front of you nigga?
It hurt so much, can't hold it in
And you feel like goin' up top
Just brought you closer to the end
This shit don't feel right
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Samuel, Keaonte Miles, Braylen Rembert, Jeremiah Thrasher, Giovanni Tyrone Gardner
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