Kjfamous - For the Love of BR Lyrics

Mane what you got to say about BR?
(You know I love my city)

Baton Rouge (You know I love my city)
Is where I'm from

(Aye what you got to say for yo city n***a?)

Area code 225 (Shout out to the boot my n***a)
You know 225 all the way live n***a (Shout out to the boot)

(Tell them how you feel about yo city)

I take you on a
Private pilot we land home of the ratchet players
Pistol cocking where baby mamas turn investigators
And everyday we hope to profit
(Yeah everyday we hope to profit n***a)
But rather shoot and steal it from a brother 'cause we violent (Ahh!)
It's where we put them 9's on them 20's
Buck knots in skinnies
From Honda Civic to Bentley
Hustle when pockets empty
Be pushing forward to make a change
Got buku brothers who dealing
Just tryna maintain
On every block you see the police whipping 'roun
Scandalous brauds and pounds
Of marijuana the scent of aroma is in your clouds
We making sure we don't allure
Possibly weapons on every corner so rep yo hood
It's where them boys surround thugs who fumble
'Memba I wanted to dunk'em
A kid of talent we trust him
'Cause the hood still struggling
We hope and pray we gon make it far
Life as a hustla
We livin' to play the same cards
This for the love of BR

Born and raised up in my city
Where you always keep it true
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge

We stack paper to accomplish
And we dream of being thugs
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge

Missing my granny cooking
Ducking Ascension booking
We living life as it flies
Right between us we looking
The home of well creation
Your style is ancient
My southern swagger and ratchet passion
Nobody's greater
Better check ya cable
It's where we eating crawfish
With a side of bones
Domino and mo' pockets go until he grab the chrome
Welfare and food stamps how us people living
But we was born inside and raised in this ghetto prison
Street nights they like to talk
We buck off them juices
Be bumping Boosie after dark
The city's who I am
And I can not forget it
Bandanna tilting 'roun my head
'Cause the south be the realest
Louisiana is the breath of future southern leaders
'Memba them polo days
With the Samoa Adidas
Looking back and thank the Lord
That my city made it this far
I sleep and dream of the Red Stick
This for the love of BR

Born and raised up in my city
Where you always keep it true
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge

We stack paper to accomplish
And we dream of being thugs
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge

Intruded by them sirens on a daily
Buck shots it's crazy
This passion done often made me
The man I'm standing but lately
This city done lost another win
But as we know we was given this in this world of sin
I like it how we used to fight with the fist act
And run it back
This generation they just get the gat
And still we searching for love and open spirits
BR the illest
You want it n***a come get it
N***a we really wit' it
I'm stomping 4's til my death
Rapping til out of breath
I be spittin' til nothing's left
We ain't repping no set
We rep the hoods to the fullest
Mayfair to Boogie up in Brookstown
Shout out my bro
Up out that Oak
Where that jungle at
Where they be pushing and making dough
For my Zion City n****s who wildin' and smoking dope
Valley Park for cousin Juicy
I wish he was still alive
When n****s hate ya they make ya a victim of homicide
Where n****s rise in Mall City
Throw up and killed in Fairfield
My n****s with me
Scotlandville
Them avenues where I grew up
Then Baker Town blew up
Them Gardere Lane shootas
Where glocks are often boo'd up
I'm running wild
Down in Eazy and Ghost Town
Where my Sherwood n****s?
Dixie be holding down
From Parktown to Banks
To East Boulevard
A lot of thugs in my city
Fascinating this love for BR

Born and raised up in my city
Where you always keep it true
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge

We stack paper to accomplish
And we dream of being thugs
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge