Brother Man

[Intro]
(Hemz, hm-hm)
Grrah-grrah-grrah
(Luca on the track)
Uh (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah )

[Chorus]
Flashin' money, you think about takin' it
I start shootin' that shit with my other hand
Own my money, fuck card, I ain't chasin' it (At all)
I'm too busy, focused, I got other plans
All this Supa and Gumbo, I'm facin' it
I'm just [?] steamin', thinkin' 'bout my mans
R.I.P. my brothers, free my brothers, man
The streets ain't the same, they won't understand
I be tryna tell my little brother man, like, brother man
The streets ain't a path to be runnin', man
Before twenty, just make you a hundred bands
We gotta take care of our mother, man
And we gotta take care of each other, man
But don't be nothin' like your brother man (At all)
Don't be nothin' like your–

[Verse]
Mattеr of fact, be somethin' like your brothеr man
'Cause certain shit you learn from a man
All respect, I earned it from the streets
Since a youngin they know how I'm comin'
I got kids, I got extra bread comin' in
You got what? We got extra [?] comin' in
We got commas and that's a Moose comin' in
You try play, we gon' make 'ooters come again and they come again
Fuck beef, too much money to be makin'
[?] since public transportation
Head tap, make him do a animation
(Grrah-grrah-grrah)
It get evil when they hatin'
My mama [?] see me be a patient
And you know that I'm impatient
You know I'ma do the maintenance
I got shot in the trenches, the lesson for me
Like, how the fuck I let 'em get up on me?
And new opp in the pack what I'm smokin'
Catch a opp while we spinnin', no difference to me
He was hangin', they have to be bangin', he lackin'
And [?], that is a shame of you (Word to bro)
Shit, it happens, I ain't really blamin' 'em
Savages angry, you know I ain't tamin' 'em
I'm still mad that niggas killed gang and 'em
I'm still mad for what happenned to gang and 'em
I miss bro so you know I'ma bang for him
Beam to his chest and his neck just for namin' 'em
Luva came home and he not 'bout to play with 'em
You know I never play with 'em
You know [?] never play with 'em, look
Like, they wanna play, okay
I turn a block into a stadium
Hop out, get to throwin', Tom Brady
They know my favorite 'ooter, I ain't namin' him
Like, they wanna play, okay
Ya' niggas dirty, ya' don't get no money
Fuckin' ya' bitches and spinnin' ya' block
Like, stop talkin' hot, don't say nothin' to me
Oh, she a smooch, okay
Just give me the top, stop askin' for money
You know my body, you know you a leg
I think that Casa' gettin' to her head
And she know that she can't be my wife (What?)
But she move like a wife up in bed
And I'm just talkin' 'bout her hair
You can't give me top and I can't give you sex

[Chorus]
Flashin' money, you think about takin' it
I start shootin' that shit with my other hand
Own my money, fuck card, I ain't chasin' it (At all)
I'm too busy, focused, I got other plans
All this Supa and Gumbo, I'm facin' it
I'm just [?] steamin', thinkin' 'bout my mans
R.I.P. my brothers, free my brothers, man
The streets ain't the same, they won't understand
I be tryna tell my little brother man, like, brother man
The streets ain't a path to be runnin', man
Before twenty, just make you a hundred bands
We gotta take care of our mother, man
And we gotta take care of each other, man (On bro)
But don't be nothin' like your brother man
Don't be nothin' like your–