Lyrics:
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did he say
Trials and pain, we found our own way, let's tell our story, let the music play.
Brother born, family torn, homeless journey and forlorn. Dark nights
your true colors
Or a colorful coat show your true brothers
Some blood can be replaced by some good water
I know there's that one cousin that you just
curmudgeon, sorry, my soul is the oldest of all my brothers
By blood and through spirit, spearing these other suckas
We ushering eras where clout and cowardice
Aye
We lighting up a doobie after this
(Thats right)
Hop in the Benz
And roll
40 Racks Nuthin New
Shawty I ride
For you
Shawty I die
For you
bout my brothers like a doobie
My squad is every shade in the rainbow so sue me
And shout out to them white girls at the river drinking truly's
And fuck
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
sold my soul for music
My brother no be true story oh
Well I say
Dem say I friend Empress Njamah
My brother na Chinekemeh ah
Dem say I do this and do
the album way back
And hold out on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did they say that?
Yo, did he say
Okay now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I've been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
himself show
The car is coming to us, we go to the holl
Play basketball, meet the brothers at 5
Finish there, the story is there
History is fathers, there
up
But I've been at it patience getting thinner
Brother man look
We're not on the same page if you do it by the book
And don't be acting fishy if we
triggers and them brothers getting money
This that Pimped Out Dirty Shit that come from Filthy Fifth
Where we dip in the whip across 110th
If you don't play
the trap phone
Had to make a play for a five piece
And my brother keep a pole
Call that bitch a side piece
Probably cause I'm runnin' up a check
Like I'm
Just me and Kyle in the studio
Puffin' some Biskanté
Alien Labs
Trip
Pop'n a couple micros
Life
Love music
Trip
I'm back I'm taking over
Sad to say
Asubuhi tena ngware ndo masaa inakuanga best
Siezi apologize kitu sisemangi tu ni sorry
Na kama hukucheki basi inabaki ni story
Mangori hukuondokea kwanza
‘em wrong, when I do there’s no second chance
Doobie walking daily towards success that’s the way I’m Cummin
Eating different meals, don’t compare
through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all,
It's only right that I go out the same way
the booth off a doobie
look at my resume nigga
I did not come to play
they ain't major they double c
in pursuit of the peso like andale
got a craving for
This in no specific order you know how the story goes
Chronological obstacle fucking up over hoes
I went out to do more cause you was doing the most
these thots (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my
to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music
John Denver, music by John Denver and Glen D Hardin
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