MY BRODIE

Ain't no love in these streets (Ain't no love)

Get that chicken, give no fucks, if it's beef ( Give no fuck)

You my brodie, be my brodie, don't you leave (Don't you leave)

You my brodie, be my brodie, don't you leave (Don't you leave)

If I go run up a bag then I gotta show my people (Show my people)

I heard that boy don run up a bag and turned on his people (Turned on his people)

That little bih so bad, she looking like one of my people (One of my people)

Say they got love for me but all of they love is evil yeah

Don't believe in what they say

Thought you were my bro (Thought you were my bro)

I thought you were my homie

And then you went ghost (Then you went ghost)

I wish you woulda told me

I never thought that I'd see you leave (No)

You were my brodie, now we've grown apart like you overseas (For real)

You never call me

Now you one one-on-one with your demons (Demons)

Got you stuck in your feelings (What?)

I ain't judging you for your dealings

Wish you the best of luck in your healing

Ain't no love in these streets (Ain't no love)

Get that chicken, give no fucks, if it's beef ( Give no fuck)

You my brodie, be my brodie, don't you leave (Don't you leave)

You my brodie, be my brodie, don't you leave (Don't you leave)

If I go run up a bag then I gotta show my people (Show my people)

I heard that boy don run up a bag and turned on his people (Turned on his people)

That little bih so bad, she looking like one of my people (One of my people)

Say they got love for me but all of they love is evil yeah

Don't believe in what they say

They faking pretending and making amends (What?)

With some mans, who not they mans

Count up the money with both of my hands,

I get that shmoney, I do my dance

Ain't nothing funny, I'm bout the cash

We drop that heat, they get a rash

We eating good, they on the fat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We looking good, they going out sad (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can't go out sad I got my real friends in here

Always moving slimey with my real friends (My real friends)

If I call you slimey, you my real friend, oh yeah

Ain't no love in these streets (Ain't no love)

Get that chicken, give no fucks, if it's beef ( Give no fuck)

You my brodie, be my brodie, don't you leave (Don't you leave)

You my brodie, be my brodie, don't you leave (Don't you leave)

If I go run up a bag then I gotta show my people (Show my people)

I heard that boy don run up a bag and turned on his people (Turned on his people)

That little bih so bad, she looking like one of my people (One of my people)

Say they got love for me but all of they love is evil yeah

Don't believe in what they say