Kid Cudi - Brothers Lyrics
[feat. King Chip & A$AP Rocky][Verse 1: King Chip]If my niggas don't ***** with' you, I don't ***** with' youThat's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit youBe a man of your word, don't ever let 'em ever play youStand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay youCan't nothing stop a room full of real niggasI got some bad rich *****es, they my real niggasIt's like working four jobs not to kill niggasMy little niggas love to ride by and spill niggasIf Ya'll fell out over some chips that ain't your real niggaIf ya'll fell out over a chick that ain't your real niggaBefore I be a house nigga be a field niggaI gotta put off a chick call in my trill niggaI met juke in 92 when we still niggasRockin Hilfigers before they was like chill niggasLiving well me and my niggas go'n eatBefore you hate, hit the brakes with both feet[Hook: Kid Cudi]Hey yo, all right [x8]This is how it's supposed to be[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]Max with the homies, try to teach them thingsTeach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the changeBut they neva change, bought a set of chains with another chainUpgraded to a better chain, that Beretta singShoes on the 'rari start to look like hoovesPigs by the crib start to look like wolvesMoney neva change me only change the situationThe paper I be chasin got them sucka niggas hatinStarted from the pavement, basement Satan,Couldn't match my claims so they compare me to a masonFree [?] slaves but they based and crazyWe talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks?So for the blunted, then they pickin the gun upMother*****ers is trippin if it in in the run upThen they gettin the come up, yup *****And they do with the sun upAnd this is for my niggas and my gangThrough the fortune and the fameOnly thing didn't change was my niggas[Hook][Verse 3: Kid Cudi]I got the niggas that I need with meAny issues my nigga you know then please hit meNo question no hesitation when it come to own fam dawg,If you creep me the ***** out you probably ain't aroundNow you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin pastYou got me *****ed up, keep talkin and kiss my assNo sweatin the ho shit, too in tune with the familyI do got the ones that do know ScottThey give me the love that a nigga needIf it's a place to stay or a dime sack of weedWord to dennisBrought me thick and thin 'til we finishedFocused to keep the pockets replenishedClothes on our kidsAnd keep my niggas from goin away on a bidOnly wanted fly shit when we got bigChasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma cribBeat niggas up so [?] it they go blind about itWe all grown, families up on our ownProviding for 'em real niggas, real morals that's the codeSo long as I am my brotha's keeperHe will provide me with a [?] or a street sweeperThe love I have for my niggas is another typeYou gotta real nigga down with you for your whole lifeLove for my niggas,The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my nigga[Hook]
