Brothers - Kid Cudi feat King Chip, ap Rocky
[Verse 1: King Chip]
If my n_ggas don't f_ck wit' you, I don't f_ck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don't ever let 'em ever play you
Stand up for your sh_t, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real n_ggas
I got some bad rich b_tches, they my real n_ggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill n_ggas
My little n_ggas love to ride by and spill n_ggas
If Yall fell out over some chips that ain't your real n_gga
If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real n_gga
Before I be a house n_gga be a field n_gga
I gotta put off a chick call in my trill n_gga
I met juke in 92 when we still n_ggas
Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill n_ggas
Living well me and my n_ggas go'n eat
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right [x8]
This is how it's supposed to be
[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Max with the homies, try to teach them things
Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change
But they neva change, bought a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
Money neva change me only change the situation
The paper I be chasin got them s_cka n_ggas hatin
Started from the pavement, basement Satan,
Couldn't match my claims so they compare me to a mason
Free [?] slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks?
So for the blunted, then they pickin the gun up
Motherf_ckers is trippin if it in in the run up
Then they gettin the come up, yup b_tch
And they do with the sun up
And this is for my n_ggas and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing didn't change was my n_ggas
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I got the n_ggas that I need with me
Any issues my n_gga you know then please hit me
No question no hesitation when it come to own fam dawg,
If you creep me the f_ck out you probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin past
You got me f_cked up, keep talkin and kiss my ass
No sweatin the ho sh_t, too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a n_gga need
If its a place to stay or a dime sack of weed
Word to dennis
Brought me thick and thin 'til we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished
Clothes on our kids
And keep my n_ggas from goin away on a bid
Only wanted fly sh_t when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib
Beat n_ggas up so [?] it they go blind about it
We all grown, families up on our own
Providing for 'em real n_ggas, real morals that's the code
So long as I am my brotha's keeper
He will provide me with a [?] or a street sweeper
The love I have for my n_ggas is another type
You gotta real n_gga down with you for your whole life
Love for my n_ggas,
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my n_gga
[Hook]
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