Brothers Story

(album: Sauce Ghetto Gospel 3 - 2022)

(JRag on the beat)
What part of the game is this?
For real

Thought that we was taught that it was hoes down, bros up
So how when that ho set that hit down on bro, you froze up?
He put his life up in your hands and you dropped him, cold cup
He don't even like to ride with you in that old truck
But he trust his brother
You had a lick for him off with Ella
From some bitch that you been fucking with named Janetta
Y'all on the Northside right now, this ain't your type of weather
But your mind on you got this micro-pistol like whatever
Clever, what you thought you was
Lil' bro got them drugs
A fresh pack of blues in a jar, he tryna pop the club
But you was tryna hop a tub
Told him about your bitch and how she'll buy all of his poppers up
Then call all her old partners up
The money good
All we gotta do is pull up and slide in the hood
Once we get in an apartment gate, it's gon' be overstood
You'll probably get you a new bitch, bro
Make you some money and hit you a lick, bro
For shit sure
And he agree
So they pulled in, but they ain't look to the left up in the leaves
Janetta walk out and all you see is ass up in her jeans
She got her friends with her too
We got Perks, we got blues, it ain't no way that we could lose
Shit, so the conversation started, it feel like a party
Gave 'em three pills for a sample, they gotta know we balling
She say that she want twenty, lil' bro look down and look up, it's a forty
You look over to the left, your door swing open, it's two extra forties
Niggas start yelling, bitches disappear
You thinking to yourself, "How did I let myself get right here?"
Lil' brother looking at your tool, you looking back at him with fear
He thinking, "Please, big brother, squeeze," you take a breath and drop a tear
Now that pistol smack his face and blood start to race
You niggas ain't moving fast enough, y'all ain't cooperate
Lil' bro done damn near lost his faith, you ain't even attempt to grab the Drac'
Lil' bro fell towards the gun and the robber went 'head and handed him eight
Now it's blood all on your dash, they going through y'all cash
Your heart beating so fast and you in shock, how this get so bad?
But wake up, nigga
That forty slap you in your makeup, nigga
Pull you out the driver's seat and the robber pick your Drac' up, nigga
This ain't San Andreas
You got your lil' brother murdered tryna get some head
And on top of that, you tried to finesse him like he was getting bread
He should've Ubered to the club instead
Probably look lame, but he wouldn't be dead