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 ever 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 yall fell out over some chips that ain't your real nigga

If yall 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 a chick call in my trill nigga

I met Duke in 92, and we still niggas

Rocking Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas

Living well me and my niggas go'n eat

Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet

Hey yo, all right (8x)

This is how it's supposed to be

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 playin'

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 flames so they compare me to a mason

Free like slaves but they based and crazy

We talkin' bout crack or we talking about blacks?

So for the blunted, then they picking the gun up

Motherfuckers is tripping 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 that never change is my niggas

Hey yo, all right (8x)

This is how it's supposed to be

I got the niggas that I need with me

Any issues my nigga you know then please hit me

No question no hesitation when it come to holdin' fam' down,

If you creep me the fuck out you probably ain't around

Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skipping past

You got me fucked up, keep talking and kiss my ass

No sweating 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 its a place to stay or a dime sack of weed

Word to Dennis

Riding thick and thin 'til we finished

Focused to keep the pockets replenished

Clothes on our kids

And keep my niggas from going away on a bid

Only wanted all the fly shit when we got big

Chasing these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib

Beat niggas up so bothered '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

So long as I am my brother's keeper

He will provide me with a nine if I need it 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 (8x)

This is how it's supposed to be