Kid Cudi

Kid Cudi - Brothers lyrics

rate me

feat. King Chip & Asap Rocky

If my niggas don’t fuck with you, I don’t fuck with you

That’s just the code in my hood, don’t let these guns hit you

Be a man of your word, don’t never let em play you

Stand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you

Can nothing stop a room full of real niggas

I got some bad rich bitches, they my real niggas

It’s like working 4 jobs, not to kill niggas

My little niggas learn to ride by and spill niggas

If y’all fell out over some real 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 got a port arhtur chick call in my trill nigga

I met duke in 92, and we still niggas

Rockin hillfigers before they was like chill niggas

Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet

Hey yo, alright

This is how it’s supposed to be

Max with the homies try to teach them things

Teach them how to make a pice 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 never change me only change the situation

The paper I be chasing got them sucker niggas hating

Started from the pavement, basement satan

Couldn’t match my claims so they compare me to a mason

Free like slaves but they based and crazy

We talking bout crack or we talkin bout blacks?

So for the blunted, then they pickin the gun up

Motherfuckers is trippin if it in in the run up

Then they getting the come up, yup, bitch

And they do with the sun up

And this is for my niggas and my gang

Through the fortune and the fame

Only thing didn’t change was my niggas

Hey yo, alright

This is how it’s supposed to be

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 talking and kiss my ass

No sweating the hoe shit, too in tune with the family

I do got the ones that do know scot

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, brought me thick and thin til we finished

Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids

And keep my nigga from goin away on a bid

On;y wanted all the fly shit when we got big

Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib

Beat niggas up so bad, bout it, bout it they go blind about it

We all grown, families up on our own

Providin 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 or a street sweeper

The love I have for my niggas is another type

You got a 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, alright

This is how it’s supposed to be.

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