Lyrics:
It's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck them bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' run sick
brothers
See to us it doesn't matter till it hit too close to home
By that time you stuck defenseless can't believe that person gone
And now you gotta trust
the 4
OTN4L nigga you know them my bros
Vc ah drop a nigga from the roof
Fuck a pull up we shootin from the booth
D3 ah hang a nigga by a rope
Lilo ah
upon your knees yelling Jesus giving praise
Going up the totem polls, holy crap we on a roll
Now we got 'em dropping by and knocking on my bungalow
Never
a milli
But I've been purchased by my king He's forever with me
So what they talking bout no they can't knock me down
Yessir I do feel pain but Jesus
Buckroll, buckroll
I know all my brothers gon' ride
I'm gon' be this way 'til I die
Better bury me a g when that day comes
Might not have it all but
the booth like a pharisee with balled fists
Till I'm calmed by my faith in Jesus
And my ego is shown for how self righteous it is
You say maybe things can
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
Yara by my side.
It would hurt me if I didn't try.
I mean, on the wild, this is SuperChi. I've been born.
I am torn apart because there's no one
Eight One Five to the Seven Seven Nine
Uhh, tryna run the money up before detectives deduct it
When I try to share my vision they opinions obstruct
do it by myself
Got my brother in the booth
And my friends they hear the news
I got a sequel on the way
Echelon another season
Projects on the line
myself
And all my pain
I just let go
I can't stop being nonchalant
But in the booth
I only open
Never judge a book by its cover
Man you ain never open it
I hit the booth with the pistol
Eazy just stuffed a whole gram in a swisher
Hoss Swayze in this motherfucker - heat seeking
Missile
Call me
this Neo Sleep
So I'm a go over to this MP
And see if I can come up with my own track
To keep it movin', yeah let me try that
Aight, find these drums,
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, praise Jesus (quiet on the set!)
One time baby... (let's get this money baby)
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy
Things cant get reversed if i make a call
How im supposed to feed my family if they try and jam me
Fire arm in arms reach and it come in handy
How they
stopped goin hard cause no one could compete
And Everybody on my team an MVP
Got Jerry curls, lookin like a brother wit a mullet
Maybe I should stick wit my
disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers
It's the strengthenin' of chain among us
Please, we ain't afraid of none of ya's, who want it with
gotta do is believe, all I gotta do is believe
You come in by yourself and you gon' leave by yourself (you gon' leave by yourself)
You know that pussy
nobody that's ever gunning for me, can ever beat me my brother you might as well join me.
yeah, Caroline Hood my lady but to flex one time in Jesus Name.
Bitch I'm on top, here come the hoes by the flock i copped a Benz wit a drop
Back on the block
I can be more than on top
Expensive when I milly rock
I
and they're seasoned
Bench warmers pop off in pre-season
But Champions League, we don't see them
I'm still brother keeping
And Jesus seeking, repenting daily
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