Brothers

If my niggas don't f**k wit' you

I don't f**k wit' you

That's just a code in my hood

Don't let these guns hit you

Be a man of your word

Don't ever let 'em ever play you

Stand up for your sh*t

Make sure these haters pay you

Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas

I got some bad rich b**ches

They my real niggas

It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas

My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas

If Yall fell out over some chips

That ain't your real ni**a

If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real ni**a

Before I be a house ni**a be a field ni**a

I gotta put off a chick call in my trill ni**a

I met juke in 92 when we still niggas

Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas

Living well me and my niggas go'n eat

Before you hate hit the brakes with both feet

Hey yo all right

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Max with the homies try to teach them things

Teach them how to make a piece of change

Even keep the change

But they neva change

Bought a set of chains with another chain

Upgraded to a better chain that Beretta sing

Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves

Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves

Money neva change me only change the situation

The paper I be chasin got them sucka niggas hatin

Started from the pavement basement Satan

Couldn't match my claims

So they compare me to a mason

Free slaves but they based and crazy

We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks

So for the blunted then they pickin the gun up

Motherf**kers is trippin if it in in the run up

Then they gettin the come up yup b**ch

And they do with the sun up

And this is for my niggas and my gang

Through the fortune and the fame

Only thing didn't change was my niggas

Hey yo all right

This is how it's supposed to be

I got the niggas that I need with me

Any issues my ni**a you know then please hit me

No question no hesitation

When it come to own fam dawg

If you creep me the f**k out

You probably ain't around

Now you can hate on the side lines

I'm skippin past

You got me f**ked up

Keep talkin and kiss my a**

No sweatin the ho sh*t

Too in tune with the family

I do got the ones that do know Scott

They give me the love that a ni**a need

If its a place to stay or a dime sack of w**d

Word to dennis

Brought me thick and thin 'til we finished

Focused to keep the pockets replenished

Clothes on our kids

And keep my niggas from goin away on a bid

Only wanted fly sh*t when we got big

Chasin these hoes up in they

Ribs at they momma crib

Beat niggas up so it they go blind about it

We all grown families up on our own

Providing for 'em real niggas

Real morals that's the code

So long as I am my brotha's keeper

He will provide me with a or a street sweeper

The love I have for my niggas is another type

You gotta real ni**a down with you for your whole life

Love for my niggas

The brothers that I never had

Made my life a lot less sad my ni**a