Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brothers, artist - Kid Cudi. Album song Indicud, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Brothers |
If my niggas don’t fuck wit' you, I don’t fuck 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 play you |
Stand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you |
Can’t nothing stop a room full of real niggas |
I got some bad rich bitches, they my real niggas |
It’s like working four jobs not to kill niggas |
My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas |
If y’all fell out over some chips that ain’t your real nigga |
If y’all fell out over a chick that ain’t your real nigga |
Before I be a house nigga be a field nigga |
I gotta Port Arthur chick, call it my trill nigga |
I met Duke in '92 and we still niggas |
Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas |
Living well me and my niggas gon' eat |
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right, ohh |
Hey yo, all right, ohh |
Hey yo, all right, ohh |
Hey yo, all right |
Max with the homies, try to teach them things |
Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change |
But they never change, bought a set of chains with another chain |
Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing, I ain’t playing |
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 sucka niggas hatin' |
Started from the pavement, basement Satan |
Couldn’t match my flames so they compare me to a mason |
Free like slaves but they based and crazy |
We talkin' 'bout crack or we talkin' about blacks? |
Spliffing the blunt up, then they pickin' the gun up |
Motherfuckers is trippin', they fittin' to run up |
Then they gettin' the come up, yup, bitch |
And they do it 'til the sun up |
And this is for my niggas and my gang |
Through the fortune and the fame |
Only thing that never change is my niggas |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right, ohh |
Hey yo, all right, ohh |
Hey yo, all right, ohh |
Hey yo, all right |
I got the niggas that I need with me |
Any issues my nigga you know to please hit me |
No question no hesitation when it comes to holding fam down |
If you creep me the fuck out you probably ain’t around |
Now you can hate on the side lines, I’m skippin past |
You got me fucked up, keep talkin and kiss my ass |
No sweatin the ho shit, too in tune with the family |
I do got the ones that do know Scott |
They give me the love that a nigga need |
If it’s a place to stay or a dime sack of weed |
Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and thin until we finished |
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids |
And keep my niggas from goin away on a bid |
Only wanted all the fly shit when we got big |
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib |
Beat niggas up so 'bout it, 'bout it they go blind about it |
We all grown, families of our own |
Providing for 'em real niggas, real morals that’s the code |
Perform so long as I am my brother’s keeper |
He will provide me with a nine if I need or a street sweeper |
The love I have for my niggas is another type |
You gotta real nigga down with you for your whole life |
Love for my niggas |
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad, my nigga |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |
Hey yo, all right |
This is how it’s 'posed to be |