Well$ - TwoBrothers lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I get these tracks and get to actin' records

Good whenever, I feel oppression, you only is nice as your last endeavor

Past and present, I'm only askin' questions and get payed

Only by the strength of my presence

It's all good, the interior map black but the wheel wood

She say I can't fuck but I prolly could

I be frequent in numbers, and the sequels you wonder

Let's me know if you luv her

You see, I'm from the West and we don't roll like that

From where you can catch an aylin' and we can go right back

And yo nigga's pro'lem's yo pro'lem, his mommas, she be yo mommas

So any time he's bout drama, he know that he rollin' with robbers

My nigga, I'm tryna see the world before the summer up

And not to ran through these blog, they ain't done enough

These dudes politickin' on my position, like they done did it

I ain't finished, check my check list, make sure to leave nothing missing

Long died in questions and takin' missis

So it's ironic how I manage it, and since ya got some standards missin'

Y'all niggas ain't ballin' fishin'

Y'all niggas is hardly mentioned, I can taste, got all the bitches

Yo

(Interlude: Dave Chappelle)

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

I look out the window

There's a fucking baby standin' on the corner

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(Verse 2)

As of late I been back to back with these hits

Crouching tiger, hittin' tiger, back to back with these fists

Ahead of my time, dreams of the six is how we sit

Cuz I know momma's ? and a grand scheme

How it feel to kill a man's dream

I've neva done it, but I been on this track, might do same thing

It ain't all what it seems, these niggas all fo' hype

I can tell by their complexity, all ain't what seems

We noticed you got some scenes splittin'

Rap game, Lawrence Taylor, fuck around and have yo seem dismissive

Trappin' bucket 'less my team is in it

You get tired knowin' that you the shit

You're busy livin' the life that they try to portray a ?

Already you lego, momma, just lemme work my wrist

Alex show me the pit, and I ain't been right fo' shit

Uh, whippin' scriptures outta my parlay

All this in my composition

It's why I rule savage and I got it fo' you

Silent luncheon, I'll get it quiet for you

Back on my teachin' shit, all I need is some silence from you

A nigga can't fuckin' think

From where you can lose your life all in the span of a blink

Click, another body to the count

Let the cops pick up the scraps, he was Church's Chicken with the mouth