Brotha Man (feat. French Montana)

Young man, brotha, brotha, you gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin', gotta understand God don't make the plays

Stick to it, get through, ride your wave, just keep it true

We'll fight the blues, we'll fight the blues

Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin'

Young man, brotha man, brotha man

You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin'

That's what the poem told me

It was a greater poet like you know it, but

I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen, and I

I'd write a song about the banging hoes, and then

Stay up in the bitches while she dozing

When I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please"

Now we hop out the PJs posted by the P

My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back

Come back, babe

Said, come back, come back

Come back, come back, come back

Come back, babe"

Harlem nights, quick speed, Godspeed

Speed of light, Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike

Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes

Popsicles slice for the Klondikes

Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bike, fifteen sellin' China white

Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white

Pop, pop like you opposite of right

Take heed, lil' ****, lowkey, take lead on them ****

Smooth dude riding 'round the boulevard

Back in the days, was on the train

Ride the bus before I ride another **** wave

Beautiful, the water's flat like asses pre-Onika (Yeah)

You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker

Flacko, I wonder how it feel to live or be like you

Album number three and keep it G like Q

Heard you **** get fly like G, like two

Nah, more like four, like three, not two

Shittin' on these **** like P, like U

Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice

Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too

Real **** bleed like me, like you

That's why I got a beam with a green light too

I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through

I'm just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup

Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin'

Young man, brotha, brotha, gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin', gotta understand God don't make the plays

Stick to it, get through, ride your wave, just keep it true

Remember when I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please"

Now we hop out the PJs posted by the P

My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back

Come back, babe

Said, come back, come back

Come back, come back, come back

Come back, babe"

You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (You fucking pop)

Frenchie faux pas 'cause you ain't had no pa

Your deal got catches like an outfielder

Are you, are you, are you?

Getting that God's view from towers, lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump