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Brothers (feat. Tito Sosa & Jay White) Video (MV)






Iamyoungrello - Brothers (feat. Tito Sosa & Jay White) Lyrics




My nigga Sos put me on to this rap shit
In the living room snappin'
In the room makin' classics
White was baggin' up at Paxton
Freestyles in the Buick
Windows tinted we was movin'
Bent the curb like it was fluent
You would have thought we was from Houston
Not man of many words though
Taught my self how to stay low
9th inning with the bases loaded
Ain't no pressure I just feel the moment
Dark times should've killed us homie
Part ties with a slew of homies
Part time with a case load
Hail Mary to the end zone
Count all my blessings I run them back
They loss my momma they brought her back
I still got problems I'm working at yeah yeah
I just pray that he make it last
Never happened overnight for me
All facts they telling lies on me
Hearts broke man they cried on me
One time for the lost souls
I been found up at the crossroads
Better times but my heart cold
Shit is working but it's nothing perfect
I'm just doing whatever I love
I was raised with a bunch of kings
If you touch one then we seek blood

This for my brothers and them
Niggas that stay till the end
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
I hold it down for my brothers
Just to show them that I love them
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all

We want it all
If it ain't money talkin'
I might sleep on the call
We don't got time
For no cheap dialogue
Extinguishin' fire
We see through your fog
Let me speak to your boss
Ya niggas need fired
You sleep on the job
Tell me what am I a mirage
We been ahead of our time
Genuine love for my bros
Who never switched
Who stuck to the code
Who stay to the end
Like after the credits
Over them you can actually get it
Ain't no snatchin' this passion I'm livin'
Although we lose and we win
We live and we die
The music's within
The rhythm's inside
Think of the times that brought us here
What we gain what we loss
Through all the years
Have faith through em all
Only God I fear
Don't bring no problems here
Before I have the whole squad in here
F*ck out of here, Eh
We in it for a lifetime
God forgive me for my sinning in the nighttime
Only thing I'm thinkin' 'bout is winnin' with my guys
Recognize anytime is grind time
We 'bout longevity
Inevitably we still here
The legacy of our land
Let it be that we build here
Reap what we sow in this field here
Cheers ass we spill beers
We want nothin' but wins
The hustle's within
This for my brothers and them

This for my brothers and them
Niggas that stay till the end
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
I hold it down for my brothers
Just to show them that I love them
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all

I'm at home out the burbs
Phone on "Do not disturb"
I don't lie in my raps
I don't get wrapped up in words
Small talk is for the birds
Y'all talkin' Lincoln financial
We talkin' bigger finances
We talkin' family heirlooms
Y'all bought the family air Jordans
I see what y'all do when them checks come
Y'all seen what I did in my last 10
It's spooky to think of my next run
See when you ten toes with a snub nose
An itchy finger and a bad hand
But you didn't fold
See that's when the money the power and all the respect come
Bird brains don't get the 411
I can't be fly with just anyone
I don't put cash in that 401
Because they want a tax when I pull my funds
I don't separate from what I earn
I regret every bridge I burned
I ain't always do right by fam
But I understand
You gotta live and learn
Yellowtail in a polished glass
College don't teach you this kind of class
I coulda been on the honor roll
But the niggas I roll with ain't honor that
Local bars with a quarter of crack
Black deuce in the small of my back
Lost it all and then I got it back
Got out the game and ain't holla back

This for my brothers and them
Niggas that stay till the end
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
I hold it down for my brothers
Just to show them that I love them
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
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My nigga Sos put me on to this rap shit
In the living room snappin'
In the room makin' classics
White was baggin' up at Paxton
Freestyles in the Buick
Windows tinted we was movin'
Bent the curb like it was fluent
You would have thought we was from Houston
Not man of many words though
Taught my self how to stay low
9th inning with the bases loaded
Ain't no pressure I just feel the moment
Dark times should've killed us homie
Part ties with a slew of homies
Part time with a case load
Hail Mary to the end zone
Count all my blessings I run them back
They loss my momma they brought her back
I still got problems I'm working at yeah yeah
I just pray that he make it last
Never happened overnight for me
All facts they telling lies on me
Hearts broke man they cried on me
One time for the lost souls
I been found up at the crossroads
Better times but my heart cold
Shit is working but it's nothing perfect
I'm just doing whatever I love
I was raised with a bunch of kings
If you touch one then we seek blood

This for my brothers and them
Niggas that stay till the end
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
I hold it down for my brothers
Just to show them that I love them
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all

We want it all
If it ain't money talkin'
I might sleep on the call
We don't got time
For no cheap dialogue
Extinguishin' fire
We see through your fog
Let me speak to your boss
Ya niggas need fired
You sleep on the job
Tell me what am I a mirage
We been ahead of our time
Genuine love for my bros
Who never switched
Who stuck to the code
Who stay to the end
Like after the credits
Over them you can actually get it
Ain't no snatchin' this passion I'm livin'
Although we lose and we win
We live and we die
The music's within
The rhythm's inside
Think of the times that brought us here
What we gain what we loss
Through all the years
Have faith through em all
Only God I fear
Don't bring no problems here
Before I have the whole squad in here
F*ck out of here, Eh
We in it for a lifetime
God forgive me for my sinning in the nighttime
Only thing I'm thinkin' 'bout is winnin' with my guys
Recognize anytime is grind time
We 'bout longevity
Inevitably we still here
The legacy of our land
Let it be that we build here
Reap what we sow in this field here
Cheers ass we spill beers
We want nothin' but wins
The hustle's within
This for my brothers and them

This for my brothers and them
Niggas that stay till the end
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
I hold it down for my brothers
Just to show them that I love them
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all

I'm at home out the burbs
Phone on "Do not disturb"
I don't lie in my raps
I don't get wrapped up in words
Small talk is for the birds
Y'all talkin' Lincoln financial
We talkin' bigger finances
We talkin' family heirlooms
Y'all bought the family air Jordans
I see what y'all do when them checks come
Y'all seen what I did in my last 10
It's spooky to think of my next run
See when you ten toes with a snub nose
An itchy finger and a bad hand
But you didn't fold
See that's when the money the power and all the respect come
Bird brains don't get the 411
I can't be fly with just anyone
I don't put cash in that 401
Because they want a tax when I pull my funds
I don't separate from what I earn
I regret every bridge I burned
I ain't always do right by fam
But I understand
You gotta live and learn
Yellowtail in a polished glass
College don't teach you this kind of class
I coulda been on the honor roll
But the niggas I roll with ain't honor that
Local bars with a quarter of crack
Black deuce in the small of my back
Lost it all and then I got it back
Got out the game and ain't holla back

This for my brothers and them
Niggas that stay till the end
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
I hold it down for my brothers
Just to show them that I love them
We want it all
Baby we lose or we win
But we really got it in
We want it all
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Writer: Dorrell Butler, Esdras Domenech, Jordan White
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