BRO DIE

[Intro]

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

[Chorus]

Brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

Brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

[Verse 1]

Okay, I'm way too high, bitch, I'm gettin' too lit

All around the world, niggas bluffin' on shit

I can't complain, I feel like we it

Ain't no stoppin' now, I gotta go get it

Ain't talked to my mama, I'm hurtin' her feelings

I think I need therapy, think I need healing

I'm tapping my leg, my foot losing feeling

Ain't takin' my meds, but fuck it, I'm chillin'

I'm Cajh, lil' bitch, that's what it is

Thankful for drugs that make me forget

Hate that I'm stubborn, it's hard to forgive

I don't like drinkin', that shit make me trip

I just might flash, hit you in your shit

When I get manic, I feel like I'm God

Know that you lyin', see through your façade

I stay with a scheme, I stay with a plot

Lil' daddy, huh

Ain't got no options, daddy

Gotta get cookin', I gots to, daddy

Boy, I be up in that spot with my daddy

Do what I can for my city I claim

AGCNCSF on the chain

Sugar Free Nameless Collective the gang

After I'm gone, all my brodies remain

Jody have fun when I'm rubbin' the paint, bitch

[Chorus]

Die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

Brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die

[Verse 2]

Big bro gon' let you know if that shit kosher or not

If it is, we spark that shit and mix an eighth to the plot

You know, you know I had to stop postin' a lot (That nigga don't need to know where I am)

Y'all don't need to know where I am, that's how my niggas get popped (That nigga don't need to know where I live)

That's how the money gets stopped, ballplayers get flopped (Y'all 'bout to go flop)

My whip got ponies, boy, but my moves are like trot (Vroom, vroom, vroom)

This my shot at the top, can use my brain or my— (What?)

Either way, I'm gettin' paid and them boots gettin' knocked (Boots gettin' knocked)

[Verse 3]

Brodie don't die, but my big brother die, so if I ever lie, that's for you to decide

Mama don't cry and my granny senile, so if I get a milly, we all gettin' fly

Baby, don't try, I'm just pissin' niggas off, goddamn, when I'm pissin' niggas off, I smile

Brodie don't die, so if you ain't never paid me nothin', shut your mouth, better yet, shut your eyes

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