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French Montana

Brothers

 

Brothers

(album: CB5 - 2020)


Coke Boy, baby

I know it's late, I know I missed your call again
I'm tryna change, I'm stuck on my ways again
'Cause I been feeling the fame, disconnected lately
Missing what money can't buy
'Cause all I wanna do is be brand new

If that's your brother, then you treat him like your brother
Hold his hand, hug him close and say you love him
And they don't really understand this, the struggle
And we don't need nobody else, we got each other
Any time he got a problem, that's my problem
Don't ever question loyalty, he know I got him

I was hanging with the robbers or the murderers and the dope boys
Had French in Chicago, had the trenches screaming out "Coke Boy"
Backwoods in the Charger, ain't 'bout to smoke in the Rolls Royce
Watch out for the dirty cops and they plant jewels 'cause they no afford
Sorry mama, I'm a gangster, keep my guns just for protection
I don't suppose to take these drugs, I take these drugs just for depression
Fell out before he died, I told him "Fuck I wish I never said it"
Police don't stop violence in Chicago but they taking credit
14 fucking with no condom on and she had got it figured
Judged me for my violence and my past, I reach out, got neglected
Voice of the streets, I'm the one, yeah, I got selected, yeah

If that's your brother, then you treat him like your brother
Hold his hand, hug him close and say you love him
And they don't really understand this, the struggle
And we don't need nobody else, we got each other
Any time he got a problem, that's my problem

Mama, we done graduated, fuck niggas they aggravated
In that coupe a couple million, niggas save that rap for later
For Durk, oh, they heart froze
They waist, poles, four heaters, stove
One time for the whole set, put my dogs on the first jet
Fifth of lean and Percocets, no elevators, we took steps
Got it hot, we signed it, real estate we cop and chill
More pain, we pop the seal, mansions on top the hill
Know them boys the truth, put the coast on our back
We seen the realest niggas do it, took it further than that
You know them boys is back, they's never fucking with us
Them hoes for that trap, you niggas doing too much, yeah

If that's your brother, then you treat him like your brother
Hold his hand, hug him close and say you love him
And they don't really understand this, the struggle
And we don't need nobody else, we got each other
Any time he got a problem, that's my problem
Don't ever question loyalty, he know I got him (Coke boy, baby)

Don't ever question loyalty, he know I got him

done

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