MUD BROTHERS

I got real brothers (yeah yeah)
I got mud brothers
See us and they run from us (yeah yeah)
All these niggas industry
All my niggas in the streets
Switchers on a two two three (yeah yeah)
Rather diss him musically
Cause' they gon' go to war with me (yeah yeah)

Can't feel the fake
I want ball out making plays
Niggas talk to other niggas but won't say it to my face
I got real one's calling my phone, Said the rumours must be fake yeah
Fuck the fakes, And really fuck the snakes, yeah
Bro ain't stopping for the red light fuck the jakes, Yeah
High fashion need Amiri round my waist, Yeah
I feel the hate yeah i really feel the hate, Yeah
Fuck the fakes nah really fuck the snakes, Yeah

I want the Cream of the crop
She want a G make it drop
Feel like Lil Reese at the top
They watching praying that i flop
But i see i thank god and proceed
Forgive me i was sipping lean
I kicked the cup my mind is clean (ay ay ay ay ay)
Gave her my heart no friend in me
(no friend of me, no friend of me)
Was homeless had no where to sleep
(no where to sleep, no where to sleep)
Go studio to chase my dreams
(chase my dreams, to chase my dreams)
Spend a bag go overseas (go overseas, go overseas)

Can't feel the fake
I want ball out making plays
Niggas talk to other niggas but won't say it to my face
I got real one's calling my phone, said the rumours must be fake yeah
Fuck the fakes, And really fuck the snakes, yeah
Bro ain't stopping for the red light fuck the jakes, yeah
High fashion need Amiri round my waist, yeah
I feel the hate yeah i really feel the hate, yeah
Fuck the fakes nah really fuck the snakes, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Alexandre Mota
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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