Lyrics

[Intro: Atlantic Starr & Jay-Z] Oh, that's how long (that's how long) That's how strong (that's how strong) I'll be lovin' you, baby T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together [Verse 1] Yeah, CyHi Huh, this flow deserve a Kevin Liles The shit can't help but touch you like a pedophile My people say I stressed 'em out so I left the house Now I'm running the streets with some Detroit players Running laps around you niggas, I'm on my 7th mile A special child with some things I need to reconcile Cydel Young, got my rap name from sellin' loud 'Cause Cyhi got a ring to it like a wedding vow I grew up stealin' money out my momma purse Now I'm buying everything I promised her She don't want nothing else on this Earth but see her son in church But just the night before, we was robbin' and runnin' work Bought a onion first, sold nothing more than a hundred worth Beretta under the undershirt if you wanna lurk Had money on my head, some niggas wanna murk I used to rub my tummy like my stomach hurt 'Cause I hate the place I'm in, I don't even feel safe with friends My life is too stressful to bring a baby in If you not 'bout the mission, can't be my lady then Relationships can get kinda Rocky, my Adrian Especially when it's your night at the Apollo Huh, I might Basquiat the Picasso Talkin' to Pablo, FaceTiming from Croatia He said, "CyHi be patient, you know your time is getting..." [Chorus: Atlantic Starr & Jay-Z] Closer, well well T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together [Verse 2] Cyhi, huh My partner robbed Peter 'cause he owe Paul .38 snub, the revolver got a nose job I used to talk to the plug long distance Heard echoes 'cause they was listening, damn that was a close call Can't doze off, the cousin of sleep is sure to get you Bemoan a pistol, when I draw, you know it's stipple Niggas switch sides, your partners'll "Above The Rim" you Ever been in the middle of preying on some niggas, hoping the Lord forgive you? If I don't go ten times platinum I'm the closest thing to diamond with rhyming Swarovski crystals Huh, I'm not here for the shits and giggles Tell my sisters that I'm almost home, I hit a triple Got caught for travelin' 'cause I was tryin' make it double Stayed at the brickhouse but what's funny, the shit was stucco Hurt to see my class walk, and I ain't get to graduate My parents washed their hands with me like before you grab a plate I was on punishment, still coming in after eight The belt don't hurt no more, she can tell when she look at my face I was a castaway, had to learn how to navigate Through the alleyways then pull up on you the Cali' way Huh, I did some shit I can't elaborate Tried to serve some niggas I ain't know, that was my last mistake And Satan, I know I'm one of your favorite soldiers But I can't help you no more, 'cause me and Christ is getting... [Chorus: Atlantic Starr & Jay-Z] Closer, well well T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together Closer than close T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together Closer, well well T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late to come together Closer than close T-to all my brothers, it ain't too late