Lyrics:
I'm not the type to measure myself to others
I only grind it out just for me and my brothers
I know that I can shoot, don't compare my buckets
I had
up to me if im lower than low
Woah
Been my brothers keeper just cuz love is love
Told him to never be sorry for needing your family my nigga cuz blood
right by the quick trip
Mama raised four boys
Them my brothers but I ain't tyreese gibson
Them my brothers but I ain't tyreese gibson
Mama raised four
the vibes is strong
Salinas Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls,
straight
And my brother he doing a bid I can’t Reminisce
Back when I ain’t have shit
I prayed for a whole lotta money
And now I got money these bitches all
struggled like I struggled
You would've did the same (Same)
I got family to feed
I prayed for better days (I did)
And I won't let 'em see me weak
They gotta
granddaddy gave me
My mama's first Bible, daddy's Don Williams vinyl
That first-fish-catching Zebco thirty three
Well, that might not mean much to you
But
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
not your brother John
But it is Sweet William, your own true love
To Scotland new come home
Oh have you brought me any fine things
Any new thing for
afford
And Mama brought it home, Dad he got it tuned up right
And he would up sitting there all night
Playing all those cowboy songs, Hank Williams
a volunteer
Ain't no common fear, I want the glory
Including the price in fame
And what's all in store for me
Could never fall victim to ya drug dealing stories
the Peapod, 'cuz the vibes is strong
Salinas Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
nobody?s perfect
And mama prayed I?d turn out differently
And she tried to raise me better
?Cause I was the baby of the family
Oh well, I know she?d never
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
real, a pickle, you hoes know the deal
I'ma stay by myself, I don't need me nobody Like friction, I'm having , my brothers behind me
Turn my phone mode
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
J and Gabbana for my sis and baby mama
Private jets to florida catch me singin' in Miami
Super fertile, gotta get a coupon for her plan B
She gon'
good no more
And they closed the package store
Love your mama, love your brother
Love 'em till they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your
of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell
hase
You shoes cannot be filled all when it double replace
Nuh bother worry yourself mama
Because me deh mongst mi real brothers
Nuh bother worry
Mama told me to be a Doctor
I ain’t never have enough patience
Mama told me to be a scholar
Got no class and I’m dangerous
Mama told me to be
give it, then I'ma get it
Always saw me as a thug so I really became a menace
Turn these bricks into a business
Mama prayin' for my sinnin'
It's funny,
his life
Shot em 3 times but he didn't die
Until u woke up I stayed by ur side
Then we both prayed to God told em spare ur life
Tears rollin down his
can see me on the ESPY awards
I take it like that, my mic cord
Left ventricle
Left ventricle - check it out
It's not too mental for
The brother Com
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