Brothers

I always keep space for my brothers.

Brotherhood. I see a connection between me those guys that blood couldn’t make stronger.

Two-tone Cutlass
I’m in the cut, cutting up
Two of my friends brothers with me
So you know what we on

Family matters
I don’t wanna learn that when we old
While we mobile, I’m tryna get it on the road
Roll with me, know with me it’s real when it gets told

Walk with me, talk with me there’s things you need to know
Ball with me, fall with me that’s how we gonna grow
So if you down, I’ma pick you up swiftly up off the floor

We all eating, we don’t need reservations
You can reach me no need for hesitation
No explanations needed
We used to be weeded

I don’t smoke no more
But I got heat if you need it
When it’s cold in summertime and life ain’t easy
Or when it’s wintertime and my wife getting heated

‘Cause I’m up on bullshit
I need someone to speak with even if they disagree with
What I’m doing
If I don’t got good friends to correct me

Just ’cause he a yes man don’t mean he respect me
I need someone legit to kick it with when things get messy
Someone to express to who ain’t tryna impress me
Or tryna expose me ’cause you already know me

We can be on the phone and you gon’ know I’m being phony
How all these people around and I’m feeling lonely?
It’s so much of me that I ain’t comfortable showing
Like a fat kid at the beach I got my guard up

But when I’m drowning in sorrow, who gon’ jump up in the water?
Or who gon’ be there for my daughter?
If I get caught up by the law and she don’t got a fucking father
If we ain’t there for our brothers, who gon’ bother?

I don’t want you around snakes without a gardener
To cut grass low when the weeds get thick
Let’s freeze this for a minute we need a pic
Something we can look back on

So if we ever fall off, then we know we can get back on
I ain’t tryna make a sad song
This just a real-ass rap
Something that we can look back on
So if we ever fall off, we know we getting back on