And my bro been going through some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
How many times I told brodie stay prayed up?
At your lows life can only get greater
See a pic they think they know your life
That's why I can't care much bout a hater
I keep it real I never been a faker
Brown skin freak she come straight from Jamaica
Look, put my whole wrist in cooking it right
Watch the fiends spread the dope like its mayo
I served them three's at a time OJ Mayo
Keep my stick don't need shooters on payroll
I was raised around guns and the sticks
I ain't scared to make you meet your maker
Came from none I need land and the acres
I'm God's soldier bitch I'm a crusader
Had to learn on my own they wouldn't wait up
So when I get on hope I just hope they don't say none
I'm tryna put my whole fam on like I'm Revrun
You not on your grind? Man this life can't be all fun
And you know that there's darkness not all sun
But my battles been big need some small ones
Said my battles too big need some small ones
This a .45 on me this not a small gun
And my bro been goin thru some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
Of course we do dirt but we got to stay prayed up
Because we all gonna go hope the devil don't take us
Shit at least I hope that he don't take me
Heart on my sleeve you can see it in HD
You want my time then you gone have to pay me
Told me she want dick she gone have to say please
And my bro been going through some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
How many times I told brodie stay prayed up?
At your lows life can only get greater
See a pic they think they know your life
That's why I can't care much bout a hater
I keep it real I never been a faker
Brown skin freak she come straight from Jamaica
Look, put my whole wrist in cooking it right
Watch the fiends spread the dope like its mayo
I served them three's at a time OJ Mayo
Keep my stick don't need shooters on payroll
I was raised around guns and the sticks
I ain't scared to make you meet your maker
Came from none I need land and the acres
I'm God's soldier bitch I'm a crusader
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And my bro been going through some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
How many times I told brodie stay prayed up?
At your lows life can only get greater
See a pic they think they know your life
That's why I can't care much bout a hater
I keep it real I never been a faker
Brown skin freak she come straight from Jamaica
Look, put my whole wrist in cooking it right
Watch the fiends spread the dope like its mayo
I served them three's at a time OJ Mayo
Keep my stick don't need shooters on payroll
I was raised around guns and the sticks
I ain't scared to make you meet your maker
Came from none I need land and the acres
I'm God's soldier bitch I'm a crusader
Had to learn on my own they wouldn't wait up
So when I get on hope I just hope they don't say none
I'm tryna put my whole fam on like I'm Revrun
You not on your grind? Man this life can't be all fun
And you know that there's darkness not all sun
But my battles been big need some small ones
Said my battles too big need some small ones
This a .45 on me this not a small gun
And my bro been goin thru some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
Of course we do dirt but we got to stay prayed up
Because we all gonna go hope the devil don't take us
Shit at least I hope that he don't take me
Heart on my sleeve you can see it in HD
You want my time then you gone have to pay me
Told me she want dick she gone have to say please
And my bro been going through some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
How many times I told brodie stay prayed up?
At your lows life can only get greater
See a pic they think they know your life
That's why I can't care much bout a hater
I keep it real I never been a faker
Brown skin freak she come straight from Jamaica
Look, put my whole wrist in cooking it right
Watch the fiends spread the dope like its mayo
I served them three's at a time OJ Mayo
Keep my stick don't need shooters on payroll
I was raised around guns and the sticks
I ain't scared to make you meet your maker
Came from none I need land and the acres
I'm God's soldier bitch I'm a crusader
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
How many times I told brodie stay prayed up?
At your lows life can only get greater
See a pic they think they know your life
That's why I can't care much bout a hater
I keep it real I never been a faker
Brown skin freak she come straight from Jamaica
Look, put my whole wrist in cooking it right
Watch the fiends spread the dope like its mayo
I served them three's at a time OJ Mayo
Keep my stick don't need shooters on payroll
I was raised around guns and the sticks
I ain't scared to make you meet your maker
Came from none I need land and the acres
I'm God's soldier bitch I'm a crusader
Had to learn on my own they wouldn't wait up
So when I get on hope I just hope they don't say none
I'm tryna put my whole fam on like I'm Revrun
You not on your grind? Man this life can't be all fun
And you know that there's darkness not all sun
But my battles been big need some small ones
Said my battles too big need some small ones
This a .45 on me this not a small gun
And my bro been goin thru some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
Of course we do dirt but we got to stay prayed up
Because we all gonna go hope the devil don't take us
Shit at least I hope that he don't take me
Heart on my sleeve you can see it in HD
You want my time then you gone have to pay me
Told me she want dick she gone have to say please
And my bro been going through some shit
How many times I told brodie to stay up?
How many times I told brodie stay prayed up?
At your lows life can only get greater
See a pic they think they know your life
That's why I can't care much bout a hater
I keep it real I never been a faker
Brown skin freak she come straight from Jamaica
Look, put my whole wrist in cooking it right
Watch the fiends spread the dope like its mayo
I served them three's at a time OJ Mayo
Keep my stick don't need shooters on payroll
I was raised around guns and the sticks
I ain't scared to make you meet your maker
Came from none I need land and the acres
I'm God's soldier bitch I'm a crusader
Writer: Coleb Ellis
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