Testo Brothers - French Montana feat. Lil Durk
Testo della canzone Brothers (French Montana feat. Lil Durk), tratta dall'album CB5
Coke Boy, baby
I know it's late, I know I missed your call again
I'm tryna change, I'm stuck on my ways again
'Cause I been feelin' the fame, disconnected lately
Missin' what money can't buy
'Cause all I wanna do is be brand new
If that's your brother, then you treat him like your brother
Hold his hand, hug him close and say you love him
And they don't really understand, this the struggle
And we don't need nobody else, we got each other
Any time he got a problem, that's my problem
Don't ever question loyalty, he know I got him
I was hangin' with the robbers or the murderers and the dope boys
Had French in Chicago, had the trenches screamin' "out, coke boy"
Backwoods and the charger, ain't 'bout to smoke in the Rolls Royce
Watch out for the dirty cops and they
Plant jewels 'cause they won't afford
Sorry mama, I'm a gangster, keep my guns just for protection
I don't suppose' to take these drugs
I take these drugs just for depression
Fell out before he died, I told him "Fuck I wish I never said it"
The police don't stop violence in Chicago, but they takin' credit
14 fucking with no condom on and she had got it figured
Judge me for my violence and my past I reach, I got neglected
Voice of the streets, I'm the one, yeah, I got selected, yeah
If that's your brother, then treat him like your brother (brother)
Hold his hand, hug him close and say you love him (love him)
And they don't really understand, this the struggle (struggle)
And we don't need nobody else, we got each other
Any time he got a problem, that's my problem
Mama, we done graduated, fuck niggas, they aggravated
In that coupe a couple million, niggas save that rap for later
For Durk, oh, they hot, froze (froze)
They waste hoes (hoes)
Four heaters, stove
One time for the whole set, put my dogs on the first jet
Fifth of lean and percocets, no elevators, we took steps
Got it hot, we signed it
Real estate, we cop 'n chill
More pain, we pop the ceil', mansions on top the hill
Know them boys the truth, put the coast on our back
We seen the realest niggas do it, took it further than that
You know them boys is back, they is never fuckin' with us
And them hoes thirst for that trap, you niggas doin' too much, yeah
If that's your brother, then treat him like your brother (brother)
Hold his hand, hug him close and say you love him (love him)
And they don't really understand, this the struggle (stuggle)
And we don't need nobody else, we got each other
Any time he got a problem, that's my problem (problem)
Don't ever question loyalty, he know I got him (got him)
Coke boy, baby
Don't eer question loyalty, he know I got him (got him)
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Writer(s): Scott Mescudi, Rakim Mayers, Charles Worth
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