My Brother My Ace (feat. Trigger tha Gambler)

You're my brother, right? No doubt. You’re getting down? No doubt

Word? Word to mother, Smoothe, I’m going all out

You're my brother, right? No doubt. You’re getting down? No doubt

Word? Word to mother, Trig, I’m going all out

What’d you

Think, ****? You're my blood, my motherfucking heart

We was doing it back-to-back from the start

It started from back-to-back, gat-to-gat. Now it's

Track-to-track, so welcome. All you herbs get done up

Run up with your gun up, all **** get hung up

Jack, set position. Black suitcase, black

Fatigue, strapped gun holster ready to

Toast ya and roast ya, leave you clapped, drop

Emcees like heart collapse so dead that while I drop

Degrees and show you motherfuckers where our heads’ at

We’re soft? Who said that? Cl-clack. Underground anthem pledge rap

Fuck with Saratoga, get your head cracked

“Broken Language,” brother force some other force

Trigger Tha Gambler. I’m my brother's keeper—that’s why I ain’t no double-cross

Fake, fronting faggots soft like fabric. I got gadgets

My craft cause static. Pussy **** get dramatic

Dramatic, your ****'s pussy static cause craft. My gadgets

Got a fabric like soft faggots. Fronting fake if you’re backwards

Any crews that refuse rules and regulations

Get reincarnated in twos on sets. ****, I’ll move with threats

Threats I’ll move with, bruise shit, mentally confuse

And lose shit. Shit lose the confused. Mentally, shit bruise

A crew slick. Paralyzation cripple paramedics

I'll scheme on hospital checks—the drug money diabetic

You're my brother, right? No doubt. You’re getting down? No doubt

Word? Word to mother, Smoothe, I’m going all out

You're my brother, right? No doubt. You’re getting down? No doubt

Word? Word to mother, Trig, I’m going all out

God gave

Me a gift. I’m giving him one back—that's a black

Bag with a ribbon sealed tight with a tag

A one-way shipment with no sight. I’m giving

Spiritual dead flights, so, ****, get your head right

And I was blessed with sinister schemes, minister dreams

Scientific chemist of drug mixed this for the team

The lacer place to place a eraser. Trigger

Embrace a chaser, downtown courtroom judge-facer

For reporters, I caught her, brought her to the lab. I told her

I knew a order to slaughter from borders across water

The gun way ‘cause, one day, it's all war. Until then

Friday and Saturday’ll be my daughter's and my son day

T-S-R-M-I-O-G-O-

G-T-E-H-R-E. Smoothe Da Hustler

Trigger, ****. It's the **** Trig and Smoothe Da Hustler

Customer-serving drug smuggler smuggling drugs, serving customer

D/R Period. Period D/R. We are. Are we?

No doubt. Doubt no. Y’all see, ****. **** see y’all

You're my brother, right? No doubt. You’re getting down? No doubt

Word? Word to mother, Smoothe, I’m going all out

You're my brother, right? No doubt. You’re getting down? No doubt

Word? Word to mother, Trig, I’m going all out