Now tell me how I'm posed to show love to a n***a man and he don't care
Tell me how I'm posed to break bread wit a n***a man and he don't share
See we done been in wars
We done been in dogfights
We done gave out scars
We done been thru hards nights
We done slept in cars
Momma love cut off the porch lights
Little bro got hit up doctors said he wouldn't walk right
But Momma made survivors
Riders
And the grip stay right besides us
Don't try and slide up
Niggas Never could deny us
They never tried us
Niggas knew they couldn't bribe us
They couldn't buy us
Shame on a n***a that try and run game on these N*iggas
Cynthias Boys a bang on you N***as
I don't need nobody but my brothers
Yea we may have different daddies but we got the same mother
May have different problems but we got the hustle
So if it come to drama we gone use the same muscle
The finger
Trey pound in my grip don't make the finger wave
Or we putting dents in ya scalp
We making finger waves
You don't need play wit my blood
And I aint speaking aids
You gone take a L after that
And now I'm speaking k'S
You gone take em back to back
See how I speak like drake
We be squeezing Macs and Macs
See if the cheese at stake
Wooooo