What's Happenin' Brutha (feat. Ronnie McNeir)

What's happenin' brutha? I hope you're restin' well here's another

Open scribe just to let ya know what's life if ya wondered

We talk more now you're in the sky then when you were alive

I apologize for my spite it was dumb of me

In summary, only God knows what the summer brings

Lawsuits, lies, an allegations is a couple things

I got some letters from ya sister like what's up with these

Askin' me to sign off on some shit that's 'posed to come to me

A couple deeds a lil chicken I wasn't even trippin'

Then I thought this ain't for me...It's for my children

I'm bout to be the bad guy, I know you know the feelin'

Just know I'm speakin' from my heart to focus on the healin'

I'm tryna do for them, what you didn't do for us

Swear I can see you gettin' tight now, you need to loosen up

How you gone pop a Empire off with Luscious luck?

Guess when you hit rock bottom nuttin to choose but up

Sunny days wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for rain

That's why I love ya, why I love ya

I ain't changed and you ain't changed

That's why we’re one in the same

I'm your brutha, I'm your brutha

I swear I had a dream of rehabbing Erma's crib

After you let it go to shame on a worthless binge

It was lookin' fragile in a battle like it's Broner's chin

And I was tryinna buy what was mine wow ain't that a bitch?

It's gone now it was sold to the lowest bidder

The last thing our family owned yeah you know I'm bitter

That's the end of an estate so when it sold, ya sister

Got us lookin' at her bogue it was the coldest winter

Clifford prolly turnin' in his grave bet Erma fussin'

Tell her worry not, we'll get it straightened out it's like a perm or somethin'

CJ doin' good, Chas and Tootie growin' up

We need to get together more cause Na & Syd they need to know their cousins

Cliff hustlin'...gotta respect it

I used to love them summers down in Texas

I hate I had to wait 'til you was dead and gone to get the message and that song you wrote with Ronnie man I finally found the record, here it is

*Sample plays*

Sunny days wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for rain

That's why I love ya, why I love ya

I ain't changed and you ain't changed

That's why we’re one in the same

I'm your brutha, I'm your brutha

Dammit yo, play your piano

KT flip another beat for me

It's like

Oh just go with it?

Turn me up in the mic a little bit

Roses & Daffodils at a half a mil pack the steel

I know It's hard to see why **** rappin' still

Partly cause I'm hearin' all these rhymes they sound like Jack & Jill

I'm from a place where **** known to shoot minus the camera skill

Animals, pop the door they shootin' outta back of vans

Ratta tat the grimey **** nicknamed it Yakistan

They had a plan understand it's the Taliban

Imagine wantin' bottles **** droppin' like a hundred grand

Blunt a gram put it in the air let the cham pop

Drunk out in public asshole I'm like Hancock

Can't stop, big dog barkin' like on sandlot

Fuck shoes you couldn't walk a mile in my stance socks

Shamrock lucky muhfucka when the dice roll

He Ya didn't know a **** flow was Ice Cold

It ain't nuttin' funny Jimmy Fallon on tonight's show

Shoot a fan for my fam Diddy know I'm Shyne Po

In 9 4, I was fuckin' bitches had they mind gone

Doin' freaky shit I think I made her wear a blindfold

I've flown out the country to another time zone

Just to get some sushi ****, if you hatin' die slow

Grind mode I can load a pistol wit my eyes closed

And shoot at muhfuckas turn ya circus to a sideshow

Rivals better get to prayin' on they bibles

Why though, I shine so you better keep ya blinds closed

*Mumble rap*