Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brotha Man, artist - A$AP Rocky.
Date of issue: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brotha Man |
Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin' |
Stand for somethin', gotta understand, gotta make the plays |
Stick to it, get through, write yours, ride your wave, just keep it true |
We’ll fight the blues, we’ll fight the blues |
Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' |
Young man, brotha man, brotha man |
You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin' |
That’s what the poem told me |
It was a greater poet like you know it but |
I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I |
I’d write a song about the banging hoes and then |
Stay up in the bitches while she dozing |
When I went to my brotha, told him, «Help me please» |
Now we hop out the PJs posted by the P |
My old bitch yellin', «Come back, come back |
Come back, babe |
Come back (Come back) come back (Come back) |
Come back (Come back) babe» |
Harlem nights, quick speed, Godspeed |
Speed of light, Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike |
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes |
Pop (Sicles) pop (Sicles) for the Klondikes |
Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' China white |
Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white |
Pop, pop like you opposite of right |
Take heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, take lead on them niggas |
Smooth dude riding 'round the boulevard |
Back in the days was on the train |
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave |
Beautiful, the water’s flat like asses pre-Onika (Yeah) |
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker |
Flacko, I wonder how it feel to live or be like you |
Album number three and keep it G like Q |
Heard you niggas get fly like G, like 2 |
Nah, more like 4, like 3, not 2 |
Shittin' on these niggas like P, like U |
Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice |
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too |
Real niggas bleed like me, like you |
That’s why I got a beam with a green light too |
I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through |
I’m just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup |
Walkin' in my shoes, follow me like suit |
Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' |
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin' |
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don’t make the plays |
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth |
Remember when I went to my brotha, told him, «Help me please» |
Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the P |
My old bitch yellin', «Come back, come back |
Come back, babe |
Come back (Come back) come back (Come back) |
Come back (Come back) babe» |
You’re a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (You fucking pop) |
Frenchie faux pas 'cause you ain’t had no pa |
Your deal got catches like an outfielder |
(Are you, are you, are you?) |
Getting that God’s view from towers |
Lookin' downward like I’m Donald Trump |