Kid Cudi, King Chip, A$AP Rocky - Brothers lyrics

If my niggas don't fuck wit' you
I don't fuck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood
Don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word
Don't ever let 'em play you
Stand up for your shit
Make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas
I got some bad rich bitches
They my real niggas
It's like working four jobs
Not to kill niggas
My little niggas love to ride
By and spill niggas
If y'all fell out over some chips
That ain't your real nigga
If y'all fell out over a chick
That ain't your real nigga
Before I be a house nigga be a field nigga
I gotta Port Arthur chick
Call it my trill nigga
I met Duke in '92 and we still niggas
Rockin Hilfigers before they was
Like chill niggas
Living well me and my niggas gon' eat
Before you hate
Hit the brakes with both feet

Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be

Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh hey yo, all right

Max with the homies, try to teach them things
Teach them how to make a piece of change
Even keep the change but they never change
Bought a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain
That Beretta sing, i ain't playing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
Money neva change me only
Change the situation
The paper I be chasin' got
Them sucka niggas hatin'
Started from the pavement, basement Satan
Couldn't match my flames so they
Compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' 'bout crack or
We talkin' about blacks?
Spliffing the blunt up
Then they pickin' the gun up
Motherfuckers is trippin'
They fittin' to run up
Then they gettin' the come up, yup, bitch
And they do it 'til the sun up
And this is for my niggas and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing that never change is my niggas

Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be

Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh
Hey yo, all right, ohh hey yo, all right

I got the niggas that I need with me
Any issues my nigga you know to please hit me
No question no hesitation when it
Comes to holding fam down
If you creep me the fuck
Out you probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines
I'm skippin past you got me fucked up
Keep talkin and kiss my ass
No sweatin the ho shit
Too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a nigga need
If it's a place to stay or
A dime sack of weed word to Dennis
Ridin' thick and thin until we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished
Clothes on our kids
And keep my niggas from goin away on a bid
Only wanted all the fly shit when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they
Ribs at they momma crib
Beat niggas up so 'bout it
'bout it they go blind about it
We all grown, families of our own
Providing for 'em real niggas
Real morals that's the code
Perform so long as I am my brother's keeper
He will provide me with a nine if
I need or a street sweeper
The love I have for my niggas is another type
You gotta real nigga down with
You for your whole life love for my niggas
The brothers that I never had made
My life a lot less sad, my nigga

Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be