For My Bros

Lyrics

[Intro] I've been around for a couple years now Hopefully we got an understandin' I still got so much to say 3s up [Verse 1] Hello world, I'm back for sure to give you what you askin' for Quit askin' 'bout my past friends, I think its time to close that door Lick my wounds, no open sores, it's tougher when you grow up poor I ain't here to make excuses, this the year we makin' Forbes This the shit they can't afford, do the things they can't see Oh, you don't think God is real? Then how the hell you explain me? I'm grindin' till I'm pain-free, it's FOD the Gang 3 It don't matter, rain, sleet, I'm speedin' through the lane, G [Chorus] Lady turn your lights on, wanna look you in your eyes When I tell you I don't love you baby, please don't look surprised I was raised on the crooked side, where them niggas be cookin' pies Can't blame us for the anger, tell the judge to free the guys (It's Fly America) [Verse 2] Tomorrow's feared by yesterday, tell coach its time to set a play Good head while I meditate, throwin' 3s like Steph and Klay And it took some time for me to set 'em straight Them kids dream of them better days, so I won't hesitate Now play a song and they know my shit Love me more for every flow I spit Lately I feel like Craig Sager 'cause everybody seem to know I'm sick 10K for every show I get and it's Burger King for every ho I hit R.I.P. we can pour out sips, for my bros Life is hard and I been a winner, startin' 4 we should get a center Three's Up im authentic can't nothin' fake, Kendall Jenner These niggas more like Kim and Khloe Don't try to judge till you get to know me Party hard when I'm with the homies Done takin' shots like I'm Shaq and Kobe Push 'em to the back like black emojis (black emojis) [Bridge] For the bros (for the bros) For my bros (for my bros) For my bros (for my bros) [Chorus] Lady turn your lights on, wanna look you in your eyes When I tell you I don't love you, baby please don't look surprised I was raised on the crooked side, where them niggas be cookin' pies Can't blame us for the anger, tell the judge to free the guys [Bridge] For the bros (for my bros) For my bros (for my bros) For my bros (for my bros) [Outro] R.I.P. Carl Battles I hope you proud of me bro R.I.P. my nigga Anthony Clemmens Anthony Bryant, Josh Spiel R.I.P. my nigga Mitch, R.I.P. Rico Rest in heaven to Chris from up north Beat rock, it's 317