Brother Ali

Brother Ali - Games lyrics

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Ah, what's up man? (What up Ali?)

Ah, you still standing on this motherfuckin corner?

Shit ain't you 30 years old, motherfucker?

Ah, so when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin

Wasn't long ago was facin the same situation

Carpet got ripped from me pacin

The rent's a month late, ain't shit on the way, I'm straight prayin

Ends don't meet unless you make 'em

The people don't eat unless you scrape and you see they ain't playin

Corner store credit is way thin

The World got it's way of weighin on your shoulders, it's degradin

It's like we got frowns tattooed on our faces

The school's ain't savin our new generation

Stare at our kids, they need a paradigm shift

The paradox is that parents aren't shit

Why you got cable? Your life is not stable

Lights not paid for, Nikes on layaway though

It's like we wanna look good while we drownin

Should grab a paddle and scrap our way out

Life's not a good when you livin it like this

Leave your lane for a minute, you might flip

It's like chains on your neck with a tight grip

Use your brain in this shit and you might live

While you in the drug game, my hustle got another name

You dyin, makin somebody rich, it's the fuckin same

So quick to call a square job, Brother lame

Truth be told, you might wanna choose another lane

Yeah I'm bussin 'til my bitch ass drop

You on the corner, pushin them bitch ass rocks

And yes I'm gettin sweated by my bitch ass boss

Your ass steady runnin from them bitch ass cops

This shit don't stop, the game ain't new

The pen's full of dudes who thought the same shit too

That city is a blind fold, here to keep your eyes closed

Sell your crack and it's all dough and fly clothes

Shit ain't nothin like "The Sopranos"

Real talk, you're probably better off at McDonald's

Rappers all say they went from hustlin to rhymin

But look, everybody say the other one's a liar

Man, fuck you Brother Ali

You always runnin your mouth

Just 'cause you got that rap shit cool

Man we on these streets motherfucker

Get out here and see how it is

It don't matter about me rappin, my ass is still scratchin

Some day, I'm a be the "yo, remember back when? "

While I'm hear I got to really make it happen

Try to have emergency landing, instead of crashin

Fuck sayin I've been here, brother I am here

Might not live here this year but I still care

Not talkin down to you, straight to you

No player hater my dude, it's plain true

Gotta live like don't nobody love you but you

As long as your blood move, tragedy could touch you

Struggle ain't nothin new, cards ain't gonna always land how you want

'em too

Fuck it though, thug it through

Can't give up, as much as you'd love to

There's certain shit as a man we must do

You God damn right they made it like this

But I ain't tryin to wait for the day they might fix

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