Brothas Keeper

[Intro]
(Ooh, Austin)
It's the biggest Shred
Some real shit right here
Ain't even gotta write, that's—
Look

[Verse 1]
Picture your mans fightin' an M and you ain't got the pape' to save him
Y'all was just out here ballin', now you right back to the basics
Now I answer collect calls, talkin' to him on the daily
Only thing my nigga want is to get out and go back crazy
That shit hurt me to my soul, wish I could change it, feelin' broke
You don't understand the importance of the paper 'til it's gone
And I'ma help my niggas out 'fore I start playin' with a ho
You could be loyal to the bone, but what's gon' save you is that dough
I got chips and risked that to help my niggas get they bag right
You bitchin' ass if I'ma keep helpin', ho, you damn right
We was thuggin' since we kids, these my brothers, I'ma stand by 'em
Hold us up against any nigga, we winnin' by a landslide

[Chorus]
Won't turn my back on my brothers, up my strap for my brothers
If this shit hit the fan, I'd do a nat for my brothers
If he call and say he need me, drop a pack for my brother
If a nigga play with gang, he get fapped for my brother
Won't turn my back on my brothers, up my strap for my brothers
If this shit hit the fan, I'd do a nat for my brothers
If he call and say he need me, drop a pack for my brother
If a nigga play with gang, he get fapped for my brother

[Verse 2]
I'm my brother's keeper, so I keep a Glock to keep him safe
Niggas keep playin' around until I send him with the angels
Think you safe runnin' that yard 'til I have my niggas shank you (Come here)
Why you think they call us terrorists? Because we really dangerous
Answer the phone for all my niggas, talked to Murph the other day
Stone call all the time, I think of Cab and then I face
Thumb, it hurt me when he died, I still got niggas fightin' cases
They ask why I get so high, 'cause I'm a traumatized baby
Havin' flashbacks with Paid Will, we breakin' bags down
Me and Skinny matchin' fifty sittin' in the stash house
Purp rollin' up the blunts, got bitches with they ass out (Yeah)
Dots off a four and the cotton got him smacked down
Talk down on my brothers, if I don't, that make me less of a man
Told the bitch she get that loc', you know we blessin' your hand
I tried to let it die down, but I'm pressin' again
Only way a nigga gon' stop me gon' be death or the pen', the biggest Shred

[Outro]
For my brothers, this for my brothers
My brothers, this for my brothers, nigga
This for my brothers, this for my brothers
This for my brothers, nigga, this for my brothers