Brothas Keeper

(Ooh, Austin)

It's the biggest Shred

Some real shit right here

Ain't even gotta write, that's—

Look

Picture your mans fightin' an M and you ain't got the pape' to save him

Y'all was just out here ballin', now you right back to the basics

Now I answer collect calls, talkin' to him on the daily

Only thing my **** want is to get out and go back crazy

That shit hurt me to my soul, wish I could change it, feelin' broke

You don't understand the importance of the paper 'til it's gone

And I'ma help my **** out 'fore I start playin' with a ho

You could be loyal to the bone, but what's gon' save you is that dough

I got chips and risked that to help my **** get they bag right

You bitchin' ass if I'ma keep helpin', ho, you damn right

We was thuggin' since we kids, these my brothers, I'ma stand by 'em

Hold us up against any ****, we winnin' by a landslide

Won't turn my back on my brothers, up my strap for my brothers

If this shit hit the fan, I'd do a nat for my brothers

If he call and say he need me, drop a pack for my brother

If a **** play with gang, he get fapped for my brother

Won't turn my back on my brothers, up my strap for my brothers

If this shit hit the fan, I'd do a nat for my brothers

If he call and say he need me, drop a pack for my brother

If a **** play with gang, he get fapped for my brother

I'm my brother's keeper, so I keep a Glock to keep him safe

**** keep playin' around until I send him with the angels

Think you safe runnin' that yard 'til I have my **** shank you (Come here)

Why you think they call us terrorists? Because we really dangerous

Answer the phone for all my ****, talked to Murph the other day

Stone call all the time, I think of Cab and then I face

Thumb, it hurt me when he died, I still got **** fightin' cases

They ask why I get so high, 'cause I'm a traumatized baby

Havin' flashbacks with Paid Will, we breakin' bags down

Me and Skinny matchin' fifty sittin' in the stash house

Purp rollin' up the blunts, got bitches with they ass out (Yeah)

Dots off a four and the cotton got him smacked down

Talk down on my brothers, if I don't, that make me less of a man

Told the bitch she get that loc', you know we blessin' your hand

I tried to let it die down, but I'm pressin' again

Only way a **** gon' stop me gon' be death or the pen', the biggest Shred

For my brothers, this for my brothers

My brothers, this for my brothers, ****

This for my brothers, this for my brothers

This for my brothers, ****, this for my brothers