| It’s the same old brothers from the block
|
| Try and bring a brother back, wanna see me on my back
|
| Put a bullet in my back, girl, I’m never goin' back
|
| 'Cause my brothers got my back, oh Lord, oh Lord
|
| When I die, fuck it, I wanna go; |
| not even heaven or hell
|
| I walked this Earth and keep protecting myself
|
| My stress and mental-in health is kinda fallin' back
|
| My brothers told me that the biggest battles
|
| Be the stress in yourself, yeah
|
| My pop was doin' forty-hour weeks
|
| Now I’m comin' home with money, nearly forty thou a week
|
| Used to tic me up a stick and now it’s forty ounce a week
|
| Jealous brothers wanna see me on the street, but it’s sweet
|
| Get back on your feet if the world gon' knock you down
|
| And never let them see you weak
|
| I was jaded, couldn’t pay this, but we never got to speak
|
| Got dementia and his mental had him beaten, I was weak
|
| Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
|
| Ma, I made it to the party limousines
|
| Now I’m bank like fifty Gs in my Balenciaga jeans
|
| Now I’m always eatin' pasta 'cause they’re classier cuisines
|
| Half of this is for you, Mama, half of this for me
|
| I’m not the father I should be
|
| 'Cause I left my fuckin' fam for these Rihannas on the beach
|
| And now I see the devil made a casket just for me
|
| And I don’t really know if I should laugh or I should scream like
|
| Tell me, what would Pac do? |
| Would he fire back?
|
| Or think about his mama’s eyes and go and write a rap?
|
| I did a show along the coast and now I’m flyin' back
|
| Now pretty women hit me up and I don’t write 'em back, argh
|
| I still remember listenin' to Cold, like
|
| What about me? |
| Yeah
|
| What about me? |
| Yeah
|
| I still remember nothin' on the road, like
|
| What about me? |
| Yeah
|
| What about me? |
| Yeah
|
| Like, what about it? |
| Like, who you doubted?
|
| Like you ain’t really been the one to come and move these ounces
|
| We the Rushmore, we Everest, I move these mountains
|
| I’m tryna get this check before it bounces (Uh)
|
| It’s crazy how everything change
|
| Remembering days of walking along memory lane
|
| I been chillin' for so long I ain’t rememberin' play
|
| I’m takin' drugs just to settle this pain, one more time
|
| It’s the same old brothers from the block
|
| Try and bring a brother back, wanna see me on my back
|
| Put a bullet in my back, girl, I’m never goin' back
|
| 'Cause my brothers got my back, oh Lord, oh Lord
|
| It’s the same old brothers from the block
|
| Try and bring a brother back, wanna see me on my back
|
| Put a bullet in my back, girl, I’m never goin' back
|
| 'Cause my brothers got my back, oh Lord, oh Lord |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Old Brothers , by - Chillinit. Song from the album The Octagon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп