With My Bro’s

(Hook)
I been puttin' in work on the low
I been sippin' Black and some Chrome
Pass that shit to 5 and a O
Got to keep it tight with my bros
I been puttin' in work on the low
I been sippin' Black and some Chrome
Pass that shit to 5 and a O
Got to keep it tight with my bros

(Verse 1)
All the time
Please don't ask me what I'm doing, money is the crime
All this pressure man I swear I got a different shine
They say that album might just turn they water into wine
Yeah I do it for my baby mama and my mama
Shout to Puffy, beat that kessler like a fuckin' drummer
Something like my daddy, that's my fuckin' stunna
It is automatic, we don't have to do the numbers
That's a hunna

(Verse 2)
Pray in peace, ***blessings on my G's
Enemies, they stay lurking in the streets
Jealousy, boy we strong like Hercules
Everytime they breathe, all they feel is agony
They all feel a way
And I feel they pain
They ain't catching up, even when I'm late
They can't ride the wave, only [?]
All they rock is fakes
All I do is great