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letra de brother's keeper - stro

[verse 1]
you got two young black males living in the ghetto
one’s a goon, other’s a cool type of fellow
they call him melo, cos he play ball
type small but on any court
he slay all
get the dough from bets
to keep his mom’s respect
never rude, clever dude that thinks professional
however, his homeboy, known as chrome boy
keep a tec 9 tucked by his behind
chrome grew up on his own
his parents were unknown
rumor has it, his moms was a crack addict
he breaks from the crime in time
he back at it
all black cabin jackin’ is a habit
quick to let off clips when men trip
the only thing he really value is his friendship
with a n-gga named melo
when things get deeper
both gotta ask am i my brother’s keeper

[hook]
when the situation gets deeper
am i am i am i my brother’s keeper
when the enemy tries to greet ya
am i am i am i my brother’s keeper
when the street’s tryna delete ya
am i am i am i my brother’s keeper
or do iook away when i see ya

[verse 2]
now melo got a game up in flatbush
that’s where the chips is, he don’t wanna miss this
‘bout to leave the crib then he get a call
from chrome, sayin’ meet me at my home
melo said nah g, my games at six
it’s a quarter to five g
chrome said ‘my g!,’ just meet me real quick
we gone make this move
no more than ten minutes we be out there smooth
so he jetted, and he ain’t really wanna do it
but this been his homeboy since he was pre schoolin’
he thinkin’ highly on the highway
do i wanna miss a game for a robbery?
he turnt around
thinkin’ chrome might be mad
but this game is legal change he can kiss my -ss
plus, that’s my man, i’m sure he’ll understand
got a call hit ignore on the celly in his hand like

[verse 3]
the next day melo chilling with a hand full of dough, getting paid hitting j’s left them n-ggas 6-0
kiss mama on the cheek said “i’m feeling legit, and one day sweet shady i’ma make you rich”
what a beautiful moment as there stand there and sung
threw his hands in the air as his cell phone rung
it was chrome, he said “i heard your game went great”
but yo, i’m outside, lets ride, celebrate
they drove up the street and ate, got back in the car
chrome said “yo i know you a star and i’m proud of you g, that superstar sh-t ain’t for n-ggas like me, the hood is where i gotta be but hey soon you’ll be in the nba, word to god every night i pray that you’ll be as nice as me. get a 101 with the troop, matter fact sit back let me teach you how to shoot”
-gun shots-

- stro

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