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letra de brotherly love - yungrye

[intro]
ayo jay, that’s how you feel?
yeah, ayy

[chorus]
ain’t no brotherly love where i’m from
just another lie from the white man (yeah)
n-ggas don’t got jobs, they hype man (yeah)
shawty wanna get fly, not if spend
woo, woo, woo, woo (skrrt)
huh, screaming ’til i get the coup (yeah)
n-ggas’ not writing, just lying in soup (yeah)
maybe just keep it inside of the booth (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
ayy, uh
hottest in philly (i’m hot)
disagree if you wanna be silly (check)
look around, n-ggas ain’t nothing (naw)
spitting these flows, with a little bit of muscle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
look at me flex (ayy)
and i plan on using a whole different pen whеn i’m signing these checks, yеah (check)
i know i’m that blessed, yeah (check, check)
ain’t no love in the heart of the trenches (yeah)
ain’t no love when you tryna be cold (yeah)
got some brothers that can handle the wrenches (yeah)
and some brothers that just follow they goals
stay out the way, ugh (stay out the way)
the city gon’ chop down the trees that, look strong
the weak getting strays, ugh (ayy)
smile in your face
knowin’ they dead wrong, boutta turn you to weight (yeah)
[pre-chorus]
father god, father god
watch my body, if i ride
if my n-ggas need me, i’ma slide
pull up solo, i’m not clyde
mask on, curbside
we lay down some laws, you abide, yeah
stay out the way or get caught in the open
stay out the way or get caught in the open (stay out the way or get caught in the open)

[verse 2]
i just got kicked out my mama house (he gone)
ain’t no ego boosters, i can’t hype mouse (naw)
so i threw up my peace, like obama out (out)
many rappers today are just for the clout (the clout)
they drip was a wave and they in drought (yeah)
se,e i chose different path, i’m gunning now
gunna flow (gunner, woah, woah)
specialize in this art like a basquiat
n-gga paint in sound (yeah, yeah, yeah)
that’s a hunnid rounds
just doing my job (ayy)
fire arms, got my sleeves tatted on (brrop-bop-bop-bop)
you can’t tell that i’m proud? (you can’t tell that i’m proud? yeah)
short sleeves when i walk through a crowd
get high off of beats, i’m relapsing for now
don’t step to the gang, unless you allowed (yeah, i’m not a k!lla)
i’m not a k!lla, don’t push me that route
if i wanna yell on the track, i’m gon’ shout (shout, woah)
like it or not we gon’ see what you ’bout
[pre-chorus]
father god, father god
watch my body, if i ride
if my n-ggas need me, i’ma slide
pull up solo, i’m not clyde
mask on, curbside
we lay down some laws, you abide, yeah
stay out the way or get caught in the open
stay out the way or get caught in the open (stay out the way or get caught in the open)

- yungrye

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