Aint My Brother

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Remember when I needed you
Back then yea you turned me down

Saw you on the gram you looking strange
Think you need me now

Only time
I turned my back was on the teacher
I was the class clown

Crying out for help to all my brothers
They ain't know that sound

Next time y'all talk bad on me
I'm gone load my nine with 100 rounds

Sex money murder
On my album
They singing out of town

Miami nights in the S class
I remember
Yea it was a movie

Thought of you as my big bro
Till you switched sides and call me a groupie

Late night in trenches
Shooting dice just to make a bag

Trips and headcracks
Even Cee lows yea it made them mad

Driving fast cars on that e way
What a time we had

Sad to say my brother
Ain't my brother
We got different dads

Count how many times
They said Ally
He was the influence

But they don't know his songs
Ain't go to shows
Won't even post his music

Stabbed me in my back
You started trouble
You think that I'm stupid

Clowned me about my ex
That I'm loving
Tried to call me Cupid

Switching different cities everyday
Yea I made a mess

Taking risks all day in the streets
That shit caused me stress

Told you my life stories
Yea you know the rest

Put me down about my heart
That's just how I'm raised

It hurt so bad
Thinking bout the times
What type of life we would have

Nobody stayed I'm all alone
With my pen and my pad
Still believe I got a dream
I want this shit bad

Nowadays I got my head up
Don't wanna be sad
Everything you said to me
It made me so mad

I want you to reach the stars
That shit'll make me glad
Later on I'll dap you up
Dude like you're so rad

Been moving by my doley
All throughout the day

Play me then you gotta pay
Sending shots right where you lay
I know I'll be ok
Right place wrong time
You might catch a stray
Turned me up a hundred times
Now they think that he insane

Stop and talk to god on sight
Yea sometimes I pray

I Ain't begging for no friends
You ain't gotta stay

This shit ain't feeling okay
You was my brother
You had a place to stay
In the middle of may

Next time y'all talk bad on me
I'm gone load my nine with 100 rounds

Sex money murder
On my album
They singing out of town

Miami nights in the S class
I remember
Yea it was a movie

Thought of you as my big bro
Till you switched sides and call me a groupie

Late night in trenches
Shooting dice just to make a bag

Trips and headcracks
Even Cee lows yea it made them mad

Driving fast cars on that e way
What a time we had

Sad to say my brother
Ain't my brother
We got different dads

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