Eli Young - For My Brotha Lyrics

I do it for my brothers
We f*ck up some commas
We out here doing numbers
Cause we hot like the summer
I do it for my mama
The fame it came with drama
I couldn't be a scholar
So i turned to a baller

Long nights in the studio
Hours spent in the booth
2 Hit songs in a row
I think i'm gon chop the roof
They straight tripping over my flow
I know I ain't gonna lose
2 pounds of the boof
Hotboxin' in the coupe

No wallet cause it won't fold
Cuban links so my neck cold
This VVS and no fake gold
So much water need a rain coat
Got the choppas so we stay bold
Got more money than a bank hold
La Ferrari Yeah I'll race home
458 Got no brakes holmes

458 gotta race holmes
Call yo bitch up on the telephone
Rolex on my left wrist
Know I did shit on my own
I got a bag from working hard
Beat out you rappers like bar to bar
Driving around in a foreign car
I can't believe that we came so far

I do it for my brothers
We f*ck up some commas
We out here doing numbers
Cause we hot like the summer
I do it for my mama
The fame it came with drama
I couldn't be a scholar
So i turned to a baller

Ice the patek and i go get a check
You left in a wreck, you looked at my neck
YGR chain i'm repping the set
You running yo mouth i pull out the tech
It go blow blow blow
Want it now now now
We trying positions in showing her how
Call up the plug we smoke bout a pound

Call up my dawgs and we smoke bout a deuce
Free slimeboss he been framed like the juice
Put hands on him and he had to let loose
I was surprised he didn't go shoot
Met with the coach and he came in the coupe
You biting my style like forbidden fruit
We dropping the hits like it was a nuke
Counting them hunnids you know that they blue

I do it for my brothers
We f*ck up some commas
We out here doing numbers
Cause we hot like the summer
I do it for my mama
The fame it came with drama
I couldn't be a scholar
So i turned to a baller