Текст песни Brothers - Jaisun Toro

Yea yea yea
This for the bros
Yea yea
Look
This for the bros yea yea
The ones who follow code yea look
We all we got
This is all we know
Lord forgive my brothers
All day in the trap
Tryin to make it out the gutter
Free the real know it feel sometimes
Don't nobody love you
Money stacked king
Hold your head high know you coming home to something
That ain't even no discussion
Streets is crazy so please protect my brothers
Never got the chance to hold my man down
I just hope he know I love em
Take care of the kids
Bring peace to his mother
Rest in peace my nigga G that boy was a gunner
E dog was a gunner
Sandy was a gunner
If I scream they name loud enough will they hear me I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Ooh lord protect my brother
I am my brothers keeper
Dont tell them to keep up
If he reaching then you better reach out

Please lord
Please lord protect my brothers
We come from the gutter
Trying to make it out the jungle
And all we know is hustle
I don't wanna struggle
Keep me out the bubble
All we know is rumble
Feel don't nobody love you

I got it now with me
Niggas rather r.i.p me before they say the proud of me
They just wanna r.s.v.p and walk thru the crowd with me
Traumatized
P.t.s.d so I keep the loud wit me
It was not only haters that doubted me
Did a lot and that made it amount to me
There ain't no quantity to my quality
Niggas know I'ma rappin anomaly
You smoking pack but i practice astronomy
They would say that I made it undoubtedly
From somewhere to live they not allowed to me
In the kitchen they play with the pottery
So the counters and tables are powdery
Won't nothing go right if you clown on me
Won't nothing go right if you clown on me
It'll go left
It'll go up
Or it'll go down on me
Everybody they can count on me
Feel like niggas wanna county me
Feel like niggas wanna bounty me
Cuz they bitches wanna downy me
In the house doing alchemy
On the couch or the balcony
They don't care what i'm out to be
For they king me they"ll try to malcom me
Different kin not a algemy
Spit shit they gotta album me
If they ain't my brothers then word to my mother they better get the fuck from round me

Please lord
Please lord protect my brothers
We come from the gutter
Trying to make it out the jungle
And all we know is hustle
I don't wanna struggle
Keep me out the bubble
All we know is rumble
Feel don't nobody love you

D.o.g
609
That's my god
That's my dog yea
D.o.g
609
Thats my dog
Thats my god yea