Songtexte How - Joe Nathan

How you my brother
But you turned your back when the shit got rough
That's why I got no love
That's why I got no trust
That's why I got my gun
And that's on blood
How many niggas gonna ride
How many of you gonna slide
All of my opps could die
Ain't bout money I ain't got the time

Fuck you talking nigga
You not with the bosses
I took losses I really did it go
I put niggas on
And they still crossed me
Fucking phonies
Bitch I'm in the trenches
Used to play the bench
Now I'm in they mentions
Never question
Shit I ever said
Bitch I'm really with it

I be balling hard
Bitch this ain't no scrimmage
Gimme digits
Ima let it all off
If they playing with my figures
Fuck it I jus gotta get that money
And stay blunted
All exotics I be rolling
55 if you jus want it
I Got plates
I Got 8ths
Get my shit from outta state
I was broke
No one helped
So I say fuck then to they face
Bitch I'm really real
Still be in the field
Where they getting. Killed
Catch a drill
Never have a care
Ima leave him there
Big gang
Niggas talking crazy til my clip bang
Get bank
Flip a couple packs then I switch states
All plates
Started off small selling all 8ths
All day
Shit was never easy took the hard way
All plays
But Joey he don't do games
That's too lame
Remember being broke
Same clothes for a few days
All facts
Never say I love you shit be all cap
Fall back
I kno There'll back door for you small bag

How you my brother
But you turned your back when the shit got rough
That's why I got no love
That's why I got no trust
That's why I got my gun
And that's on blood
How many niggas gonna ride
How many of you gonna slide
All of my opps could die
Ain't bout money I ain't got the time