Lyrics Brotha Man - ASAP Rocky , French Montana
Brotha
man
Brotha,
brotha
Gotta
fight
for
somethin'
Stand
for
somethin'
Brotha,
understand
(no)
Gotta
make
the
place
Take
the
truth
(take
the)
Get
through
Right
Just
keep
the
truth
Fight
the
blues,
fight
the
blues
Brotha
man,
young
man
Let
me
tell
you
somethin'
Young
man,
brotha
man-brotha
man
You
gotta
fight
for
somethin'
Stand
for
somethin'
That's
what
the
poem
told
me
It
was
greater
poet
that
you
know
I'd
rather
talk
about
how
my
neck
is
frozen
and
I
I'd
rather
talk
about
naked
hoes
and
the
stay
up
in
the
bitches?
When
I
went
to
my
bros
Told
him
help
me
please
Now
we
hop
out
the
PJs
Hosted
by
the
P
My
old
bitch
yellin'
come
back
Come
back,
come
back,
babe
Come
back
Come
back,
come
back
Come
back.
come
back,
babe
Harlem
nights,
quick
speed,
godspeed
Speed
it
like
Grease
Lightnin',
leather
on
my
six-speed
bike
Bicycle
tires,
icicle
diamonds,
popsicle
stripes
Popsicles
for
the
Klondikes,
pop
pop
wheelies
on
the
dirty
bikes
15
sellin'
china
white
Cops
stoppin'
if
you
opposite
o'
white
Pop
pop
like
you
opposite
o'
right
Take
heat
lil
nigga
Lowkey
take
lead
on
a
nigga
Smooth
durag
'round
the
boulevard
Back
in
the
days
on
the
train
Ride
the
bus
before
I
ride
another
nigga
wave
Beautiful,
the
water's
flat
like
acid
pre-Onika
(ye-ah)
You
the
smaller
version,
you
the
baby
sneaker
Flacko
I
wonder
how
it
feel
to
live
or
be
like
you
Album
number
three,
and
keep
it
G
like
Q
Heard
you
niggas
get
fly,
like
G
like
2
Nah
more
like
4,
like
3,
not
2
Shittin'
on
these
niggas,
like
P
like
U
Drip
Raheem
and
Q
Got
Hi-C,
like
juice
Mama
hubby
got
life,
he
got
three
strikes
too
Real
niggas
bleed,
like
me,
like
you
That's
why
I
got
a
beam
with
a
green
light
too
I
don't
even
make
a
scene,
I
just
swing
right
through
I'm
just
bangin'
on
my
Qs
and
my
Ps,
like
soup
Walk
in
my
shoes,
follow
me
like
suit
Brotha
man,
young
man
Let
me
tell
you
somethin'
Young
man,
brotha-brotha
Gotta
fight
for
somethin'
Stand
for
somethin'
Brotha,
understand
Gotta
make
the
place
Take
the
truth
(take
the)
Get
through
Right?
When
I
went
to
my
bros
Told
him
help
me
please
Now
we
hop
out
the
PJs
Hosted
by
the
P
My
old
bitch
yellin'
come
back
Come
back,
come
back,
babe
Come
back
(come
back)
Come
back
(come
back)
Come
back
(come
back),
babe
You're
a
cornstar
All
you
fuck
is
corn,
parched
You
fall
apart
Frenchie
faux
pas
'Cause
you
Ain't
gotta
know
pa
(Are
you?)
The
dealer
got
catches
like
an
outfielder
(Are
you?-are
you?-are
you?)
Getting
that
God's
view
from
towers
Lookin'
down,
like
I'm
Donald
Trump
1 Fukk Sleep
2 Tony Tone
3 Tony Tone
4 A$AP Forever
5 F**k Sleep
6 Praise The Lord (Da Shine)
7 CALLDROPS
8 Drop$
9 Purity
10 Black Tux, White Collar
11 Changes
12 Hun43rd
13 Kids Turned Out Fine
14 OG Beeper
15 OG Beeper
16 Brotha Man
17 Brotha Man
18 Gunz N Butter
19 Buck Shots
20 Distorted Records
21 Praise The Lord (Da Shine) (feat. Skepta)
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