[Intro]
Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ahh, ahh, ahh, they know, they know
[Chorus]
These my brothers, these my brothers (Brothers)
Yeah, I love them, yeah, I love them (Love them)
If I'm fightin', you know he fightin' (Fightin')
If I pop it, you know he ridin' (Ridin')
If I'm shootin', you know he shootin' (Shootin')
Because we all in this together (Together)
I'm too real, I can never change (Change)
I'm so stuck up in my ways
We gettin' paid, go against the grain (Grain)
Step in my lane, I had to step in my lane
Designer the vision, Cartiеr the frame (Frame)
I'm rockin' Cartiеr like [?], try to step in my way
Whole lotta Glocks, Mops, TECs, drops
Pounds, pops, thots
And always some ooters, shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Free Johnny Cash and that's my brother (Brother)
Talk 'bout my brother and I'ma shoot ya (Shoot ya)
And I'm cooler than the cooler (Cooler)
Don't let these designer frames fool ya (Frames)
.38 gon' hit ya medulla ('Dulla)
I turn my [?] into Medusa ('Dusa)
I call up Deebo, my boy'll do ya (Do ya)
I call up Trey and my boy a ooter (Ooter)
R.I.P. Speedy, R.I.P. [?]
R.I.P. [?], R.I.P. [?]
Man, free Greedy and free [?]
Free MellyGz and free Max Payne
Free my dogs stuck in that cage (Cage)
For my dogs, we gon' put in pain (Pain)
I can never snitch or tell a name (Name)
'Cause in these streets all you got is your name (Name)
I want the money, nigga, fuck the fame (Fame)
They gon' be fans when you doin' your thing
And they can't do a thing to stop it (To stop it)
Yeah, yeah, not a thing, not a thing
Whole lotta Glocks, Mops, TECs, drops
Pounds, pops, thots, shots
And ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
These my brothers, these my brothers (Brothers)
Yeah, I love them, yeah, I love them (Love them)
If I'm fightin', you know he fightin' (Fightin')
If I pop it, you know he ridin' (Ridin')
If I'm shootin', you know he shootin' (Shootin')
Because we all in this together (Together)
I'm too real, I can never change (Change)
I'm so stuck up in my ways
We gettin' paid, go against the grain (Grain)
Step in my lane, I had to step in my lane
Designer the vision, Cartier the frame (Frame)
I'm rockin' Cartier like [?], try to step in my way
Whole lotta Glocks, Mops, TECs, drops
Pounds, pops, thots
And always some ooters, shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers, yeah, yeah, yeah
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