[Verse 1]
What's it take to call your brother?
Just to say you miss him and you wish you could spend time
What's so serious that you can't just pick up the phone?
Let him know you love him and that he's been on your mind
Tell him that you need your brother
Ask him how he's doing and say you been doing fine
If it comes a point where you just don't know what to say
While you still have him on the line, just say...
[Chorus]
We'll be, brothers forever
What happens to one of us, happens to us together
And we'll be, brothers forever
We'll be, brothers forever
We'll be, brothers forever
So you know, you know, you know, you know
[Verse 2]
Damn, been a shaky ass year, fam
Better empty that field, bam!
I don’t dance, wham!
I don’t stand, scram!
Frauds don’t stand, damn
Mix that shan, shan
[?], bam
[?], man
People don’t dance
People dumb, fam
I don’t care, fam
That was one thing
Got the, pardon me
He wanna do your thing
[?] not a thing
Last one rotten egg, hopin’
Last one rotten egg, hope a dog chews your rotten leg
Pop inside an egg
Pop on stand a mile from there
What these thoughts are doin’
What the sauce without the soy?
What’s the almonds without the joy?
And we still gon' ride, yeah
15 years, y’all quiet
Hop on over, ‘till it’s deep
Think it up on Dover Street
Hop a dump on overseas
Never dumpin’ overseas, overseas
Oh, they think-
They say, they’ve been ampin’ up, ampin’ up, ampin’ up
They seen ‘em ramp, ramp, ram-ram rampin’ up
Gotta be pimpin' up
If you ain't Hampton'd up
I ain't the one at the thrift store
Won't stop for my first tour
Heard I'm difficult to work with
But I'm real easy to work for
Lotta niggas got agendas
Lotta niggas is pretenders
Lotta niggas think they ninjas
Had on something they ninjas
You prolly' tack curtains uh duh
Want stun that [?]
Take them tacky ass curtains out your theatre
Hop on the rockstar, we ate her
Im gonna pop off, we gon’ see later
Right after pop, pop, and the me waiver
Chasing validation yeah
Packing that's just what it was
First line headline hit like sticks
Everything else a fix
Don't try to blackmail a black male
Won't stop couldn't back mail
Won't stop got on back-page
Won't stop [?] that days
Praise God, we the real ones
There's no real normal
There's no no formal
Sweatshirt, feeling formal
There is no normal
Put it on my Saint cornrows
Make it stop for the yarn rolls
Consumer is moshpit hospice
Bump on the cars, and lost it
I got the boss in Boston
Then he done he botched it
Tried to do surgery, botched it
Mama was dyin’, we watched it
Hit up a sauna, we lost it
Hopped on the floor at the moshpit
Better put down the duster
All I want now is the muster
I'll send prostitutes to Pitchfork, somebody need to be laid
I stand with my pitchforks somebody in the big got paid
Something when I cut the grass low
It's easier to see assholes
Taking stand for the love though
Got a son, I need one more
Shorty in shorts, Grabbed me by the Schwartz, Last resorts
Money is more of a weapon than a tool
I got a top for a weapon in the school
They brought us up, brought a weapon to the school
Have a [?] and y'all act like a fool
I gotta stop when that all had to do
I done to stop and it's all up for you
What's it take to call your brother?
Just to say you miss him and you wish you could spend time
What's so serious that you can't just pick up the phone?
Let him know you love him and that he's been on your mind
Tell him that you need your brother
Ask him how he's doing and say you been doing fine
If it comes a point where you just don't know what to say
While you still have him on the line, just say...
[Chorus]
We'll be, brothers forever
What happens to one of us, happens to us together
And we'll be, brothers forever
We'll be, brothers forever
We'll be, brothers forever
So you know, you know, you know, you know
[Verse 2]
Damn, been a shaky ass year, fam
Better empty that field, bam!
I don’t dance, wham!
I don’t stand, scram!
Frauds don’t stand, damn
Mix that shan, shan
[?], bam
[?], man
People don’t dance
People dumb, fam
I don’t care, fam
That was one thing
Got the, pardon me
He wanna do your thing
[?] not a thing
Last one rotten egg, hopin’
Last one rotten egg, hope a dog chews your rotten leg
Pop inside an egg
Pop on stand a mile from there
What these thoughts are doin’
What the sauce without the soy?
What’s the almonds without the joy?
And we still gon' ride, yeah
15 years, y’all quiet
Hop on over, ‘till it’s deep
Think it up on Dover Street
Hop a dump on overseas
Never dumpin’ overseas, overseas
Oh, they think-
They say, they’ve been ampin’ up, ampin’ up, ampin’ up
They seen ‘em ramp, ramp, ram-ram rampin’ up
Gotta be pimpin' up
If you ain't Hampton'd up
I ain't the one at the thrift store
Won't stop for my first tour
Heard I'm difficult to work with
But I'm real easy to work for
Lotta niggas got agendas
Lotta niggas is pretenders
Lotta niggas think they ninjas
Had on something they ninjas
You prolly' tack curtains uh duh
Want stun that [?]
Take them tacky ass curtains out your theatre
Hop on the rockstar, we ate her
Im gonna pop off, we gon’ see later
Right after pop, pop, and the me waiver
Chasing validation yeah
Packing that's just what it was
First line headline hit like sticks
Everything else a fix
Don't try to blackmail a black male
Won't stop couldn't back mail
Won't stop got on back-page
Won't stop [?] that days
Praise God, we the real ones
There's no real normal
There's no no formal
Sweatshirt, feeling formal
There is no normal
Put it on my Saint cornrows
Make it stop for the yarn rolls
Consumer is moshpit hospice
Bump on the cars, and lost it
I got the boss in Boston
Then he done he botched it
Tried to do surgery, botched it
Mama was dyin’, we watched it
Hit up a sauna, we lost it
Hopped on the floor at the moshpit
Better put down the duster
All I want now is the muster
I'll send prostitutes to Pitchfork, somebody need to be laid
I stand with my pitchforks somebody in the big got paid
Something when I cut the grass low
It's easier to see assholes
Taking stand for the love though
Got a son, I need one more
Shorty in shorts, Grabbed me by the Schwartz, Last resorts
Money is more of a weapon than a tool
I got a top for a weapon in the school
They brought us up, brought a weapon to the school
Have a [?] and y'all act like a fool
I gotta stop when that all had to do
I done to stop and it's all up for you
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