For My Brother
I've been up for years
I ain't going back
I just fucked that bitch with no strings Attached
I need all my dogs out the cage
They ain't coming back
Brodie was catching plays everyday
Like a running back
You ain't ready to die forreal
For my brothers I kill yeah
I got tired of being broke
I'm chasing millions
I got tired of hearing probably
Would Hope this money shit would Solve it
But it means nothing
Spin that bitch he dead
I don't know what happened
I don't give a fuck what he said
I just know he capping
Nigga's cap I put a cap inside your cap Nigga
Ride around with that glock inside my Lap nigga
Why duke ain't call me before he Pulled that trigger
I ain't gone lie I really miss my nigga
Had to step outside the rain to feel a little better
Keep on taking all these losses
I'm fighting with the devil
And I know my time coming is it on Schedule
I don't talk about my problems
I feel like I'm being extra
As a younging I had dreams of being Rich
I had to get it by any means
I had dreams of hitting licks
Riding around with that fire
Got to get it do or die nigga
With a chopper on my side nigga
That might be your home boy
But I don't know if he'll die with you
You ain't got to be scared of me
Just look me in my eyes nigga
Drell
I ain't going back
I just fucked that bitch with no strings Attached
I need all my dogs out the cage
They ain't coming back
Brodie was catching plays everyday
Like a running back
You ain't ready to die forreal
For my brothers I kill yeah
I got tired of being broke
I'm chasing millions
I got tired of hearing probably
Would Hope this money shit would Solve it
But it means nothing
Spin that bitch he dead
I don't know what happened
I don't give a fuck what he said
I just know he capping
Nigga's cap I put a cap inside your cap Nigga
Ride around with that glock inside my Lap nigga
Why duke ain't call me before he Pulled that trigger
I ain't gone lie I really miss my nigga
Had to step outside the rain to feel a little better
Keep on taking all these losses
I'm fighting with the devil
And I know my time coming is it on Schedule
I don't talk about my problems
I feel like I'm being extra
As a younging I had dreams of being Rich
I had to get it by any means
I had dreams of hitting licks
Riding around with that fire
Got to get it do or die nigga
With a chopper on my side nigga
That might be your home boy
But I don't know if he'll die with you
You ain't got to be scared of me
Just look me in my eyes nigga
Drell
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Writer(s): Jordan Robinson
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