Lyrics:
the way he known as Red
Tucked his brotha in the bed then tucked granny jewelry
Told his brother Red ima be back by like 2 or 3
Red told Donny ok cool just
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
because my little brother
A shooter as well
And our pop shot nice, he remind us of Del
Pump to your mouth you asthmatic?
It don't matter cause either way
all of mine
Three cell phones ringing (Hello) office hours nine to five
Hammer kept close by, in case I gotta nail sump'n
Ain't heard a word in weeks,
but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though, let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill, smoke me a [unverfied]
Never runnin'
cup it's mud he pouring
Ran up my money, got it right by myself you can't get a portion
Hold on switch my whip
This one got more horses
You just act
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
big brother got Shiro's mum
He ain't lettin' her go free until she brings her son
Shiro's got the words, now Shiro's coming back
He's rushing
can knock it down levels if you can handle this level
So This the final like the fantasy. It can end like whatever, my nigga
Donny got you wasted, you
were to tell you
There's a fresh third part out there?
Which was found by a hip, new prophet
Who had a little
Donny Osmond flair
Have you heard
But now them brown men and women
Wanna come here all again
They say, "Oh my God
Who is this Donny guy?" (who is this guy?)
He always wins and everyone
of music that he has been um
And it ain't no
New thing, to tell the truth
That these things are going
On we point out, very
Expressly, the fact that, um
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
forgiveness
Donny goin' drip so hard that my Instagram finna handle this shit
Start the track, you have to finish
On the map, you Atlas gimmick
I got
around it
All these women doin' my head in, don't need the baggage
I got my connect, he went Ramis, pick up a package
Laughin' to the bank, four by
ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all,
I I am laden with sadness that
Everyone's heart isn't filled with the gladness
I am alone for one
Learned from my big homies
Start a business
What's a Rollie?
(What the)
Why they hatin on him
I ain't trippin
I can't call it
(O brother)
All these cappers
ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all,
I I am laden with sadness that
Everyone's heart isn't filled with the gladness
I am alone for one
My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy
My chain heavy, my chain too heavy
My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy
My chain heavy, my chain too
heavy he's my brother
So one we go his welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear we'll get there
For I know he would not encumber me
He ain't heavy
said, "How many?"
He said, "It looks like fourteen, or something"
I told Kevin, from that point on
My band discussed it for maybe 20 minutes
Donny
this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my
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