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Brother Story Video (MV)




Performed By: racrusta
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: ra crusta




racrusta - Brother Story Lyrics
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Still don't know my business
Still don't know my life (Ok?!)
Cutting my legs, incisions
Rubbing these scabs wit knives (Like who?!)
So putting in work is sinning?
Still man do these crimes (Damn!)
Brudda man make his living
Brudda man lives in pride (That's right!
Never gon catch me hurtin'
Never gon ask me nun' (I said!)
I'm better known on my burner
Off dis grid I run (Damn!)
So sick of the stories murmured
Never gon do me nun' (You heard?)
F*cking with them, it's curtains
F*cking with me, it's done (F*ck!)
Sell this crack? (Of course I did it!)
Cut this drug? (Of course I'm killing!)
Hate dese man of course I'd kill 'em
Grave get dug before I'm finished (Right...)
Sell these packs? (Of course I'm wit it!)
F*ck these what? (Of course I hit 'em!)
Shelve this rap shit life worth living
Gave myself this life, I kill it (Get done!)
Got this, desired
Mock that, you liar (Liar!)
Drop this, retired
Look at myself, I'm blinded (Damn!)
Aim this, and fire
Cock back, you dying (F*ck!)
My life, decided
Look at ya self, you blinded (Yeah!)
Sick of the PoPo banging on doors
They get in my way (In my way!)
I'm Four Four gripping in case you dumb
Right here shooting my face (Never that...)
Never that bozo shooting my clothes
My city in pain (Hated!)
I'm not sho' living so bent off guns
Man living OK
Giving that so so look on ya person
I get it, they cold (I get it...)
Never that, brudda just murk em' (Damn...)
Some weapon they hold (Some weapon)
Hearing that "No! No!" like it's a burden
Who's gripping that pole? (Like OneTwo!)
Swear down, bro bro pinned to the curb (Yeah...)
My people, they fold
I hate this city all day (All day!)
I break this living mistake (Mistake!)
I'm Four Five slipping again (Again!)
I drain my thoughts, insane (Insane!)
This blood start looking like paint (Like paint!)
I swore this everyday (All day!)
That at least I'm giving my word to triggers
Pushing up on my braids (Get done!) (It's off!)
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Still don't know my business
Still don't know my life (Ok?!)
Cutting my legs, incisions
Rubbing these scabs wit knives (Like who?!)
So putting in work is sinning?
Still man do these crimes (Damn!)
Brudda man make his living
Brudda man lives in pride (That's right!
Never gon catch me hurtin'
Never gon ask me nun' (I said!)
I'm better known on my burner
Off dis grid I run (Damn!)
So sick of the stories murmured
Never gon do me nun' (You heard?)
F*cking with them, it's curtains
F*cking with me, it's done (F*ck!)
Sell this crack? (Of course I did it!)
Cut this drug? (Of course I'm killing!)
Hate dese man of course I'd kill 'em
Grave get dug before I'm finished (Right...)
Sell these packs? (Of course I'm wit it!)
F*ck these what? (Of course I hit 'em!)
Shelve this rap shit life worth living
Gave myself this life, I kill it (Get done!)
Got this, desired
Mock that, you liar (Liar!)
Drop this, retired
Look at myself, I'm blinded (Damn!)
Aim this, and fire
Cock back, you dying (F*ck!)
My life, decided
Look at ya self, you blinded (Yeah!)
Sick of the PoPo banging on doors
They get in my way (In my way!)
I'm Four Four gripping in case you dumb
Right here shooting my face (Never that...)
Never that bozo shooting my clothes
My city in pain (Hated!)
I'm not sho' living so bent off guns
Man living OK
Giving that so so look on ya person
I get it, they cold (I get it...)
Never that, brudda just murk em' (Damn...)
Some weapon they hold (Some weapon)
Hearing that "No! No!" like it's a burden
Who's gripping that pole? (Like OneTwo!)
Swear down, bro bro pinned to the curb (Yeah...)
My people, they fold
I hate this city all day (All day!)
I break this living mistake (Mistake!)
I'm Four Five slipping again (Again!)
I drain my thoughts, insane (Insane!)
This blood start looking like paint (Like paint!)
I swore this everyday (All day!)
That at least I'm giving my word to triggers
Pushing up on my braids (Get done!) (It's off!)
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Writer: ra crusta
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