My Brodies they locked up I still pay they debts
I don't pay snitches or pay them respect
You wait for the call I don't wait I'm up next
Don't look like the rest boy I swear I'm so fresh
Don't matter the dress
I could wear a tee shirt not care less
Long as everybody eating and blessed
Long as we own all our keys and them jets
Keeping flying when we need to leave and go West
Cali weed be like ooh in my chest
Said I'm up next so I'm going for checks
Social gotcha jumping hoops for the check
You take the followers I'll take the rest
Rather have one that stay down and say less
Loyalty written on me til the death
Won't show my face I don't want the success
I want the music to speak for my flesh
We gone survive through all of the stress
We gone live life on top no regrets
Before we die we'll do more and say less
Touch the less fortunate show em respect
Pull up in trucks give out food to the blessed
The ones that tried to have good lives and didn't
Ones that the world tried to beat up and finish
Ones who feel down like you really ain't winning
Keep your head up every day's a beginning
F*ck what they say you go hard and stay in it
Make em love you without all of the gimmicks
Tell em f*ck you that's for all of your critics
Let the sun through when it shine on your tennis
Yeah that's the bottom but trust me when it starts to shine you gone feel it
"The real ones keep the motto
Only real ones who I follow
We may not see tomorrow
So what I say you can put that on my momma"
Family and Brodies gone tell my story
Yeah
I don't pray on the bag I pray to the Holy
Yeah
Rxckstxr til I meet my glory
Yeah
Hope it's real ones left to tell my story
Yeah