Young Brother
Young brother!
Young brother!
Don't buss em!
Only put on earth to love em
Build better learn brother
Don't trust em
Don't trust the system
You see it got you goin off like a piston
And now you pissed off
Ready to grab your pistol, and blast off to get yours
It's the discourse, they put us on to hitch more niggas, poor niggas, my niggas, and your niggas
But aren't we all niggas
Everybody came from our figure
The loud trigger came from our science and our stigmas
People tryyna distort the picture
They smiles get bigger and bigger while we sippin liquor
Our smiles get bigger too
Go figure
A full pitcher of henny and everybody feeling honeys like Winnie
Bearing arms at the party got plenty
To let off, and go down like "Set it Off"
Fuck what the reff called
We need to make some better plays to see better days
Black and white from the same shade thrown over our head like the ice Capades
It's getting cold... so niggas go hard and get bold like a boulder
Shoulder to shoulder, handcuff em and hand em over
All ya boi wanted to do is spit heat like a toaster
but he got caught with it and now they bouta roast em
Never within it to win it
Only taught to survive and keep on defended people who tell him lies for the supplies
The master of disguise
Element of surprise to fly without color
Got us killing each other when we all brothers
Coming from the same mother
A message to my young brothers
Hovers
Young brother!
Don't buss em!
Only put on earth to love em
Build better learn brother
Don't trust em
Don't trust the system
You see it got you goin off like a piston
And now you pissed off
Ready to grab your pistol, and blast off to get yours
It's the discourse, they put us on to hitch more niggas, poor niggas, my niggas, and your niggas
But aren't we all niggas
Everybody came from our figure
The loud trigger came from our science and our stigmas
People tryyna distort the picture
They smiles get bigger and bigger while we sippin liquor
Our smiles get bigger too
Go figure
A full pitcher of henny and everybody feeling honeys like Winnie
Bearing arms at the party got plenty
To let off, and go down like "Set it Off"
Fuck what the reff called
We need to make some better plays to see better days
Black and white from the same shade thrown over our head like the ice Capades
It's getting cold... so niggas go hard and get bold like a boulder
Shoulder to shoulder, handcuff em and hand em over
All ya boi wanted to do is spit heat like a toaster
but he got caught with it and now they bouta roast em
Never within it to win it
Only taught to survive and keep on defended people who tell him lies for the supplies
The master of disguise
Element of surprise to fly without color
Got us killing each other when we all brothers
Coming from the same mother
A message to my young brothers
Hovers
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Writer(s): Christopher Jeni Chandler
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