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I don't really think you get it
These are my homies
I don't really think you get it
These are my brodees
My ride to dies, my die to rides
My eye to eyes, my Bros 4 Life
Stand side to side, don't try to lie
To the flyest guys 'cause you might just die
Got each other's backs through all the struggle
We been ridin' through the city, you can smell trouble
And a whole bottle just ain't enough
Try ten for like all of us
We ain't really with the petty stuff
Might f*ck around then bite the dust
Run it back like a runnin' back
I told my ex I ain't comin' back
Don't f*ck with that
No lies, all f*ckin' facts
Now I'm lookin' where the money at
Fake friends ain't got those
I let 'em sink like potholes
They out my life forever, man
Can't touch this like a hot stove
Can't touch this like
Can't touch this like
Like a hot stove
Yeah, and I don't really think you get it
I don't really think you get it
These are my homies
I don't really think you get it
These are my brodees
My ride to dies, my die to rides
My eye to eyes, my Bros 4 Life
Stand side to side, don't try to lie
To the flyest guys 'cause you might just die
Jack in my Coke, make it a double
The ones that got away, yeah, we got a couple
And bitches don't really split us up
Although they do get to us
They wanna see us give it up
We don't give a f*ck
Do anything to get the trust
But they can't have it
My homeboys stay savage
Had to say it, 808 track it
We don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds
F*ck around and speak the truth in it
My home ain't a home unless it's got a pin, pad, and booth in it
I'm goin' in, I'm loosin' it
Don't cross me like a crucifix
Been killin' this music shit
Been livin' this stupid shit
Been wantin' smoke like a hookah stick
Aye, and it's a new me, yo, who is this?
Who is this?
And f*ck you
Ring ring
I don't ever pick up the phone though
I don't even know who I am so
Bros 4 Life, yeah
F*ck it