I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
Working 9-5 boy I hates working at krogers
They steady judging me but they thinking that they know us
Putting in my two weeks damn they saying i gotta slow up
Almost missed a day they said i'm fired if i don't show up
These females always bugging but they said i gotta grow up
Now they get to praying hoping i don't blow up
But these niggas pussy and they know they won't show up
And he choking that gun but he know he won't blow it
I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
I got 1,2,3,4,5 niggas ready to shoot
Shit pointing at u
Nigga don't even got a clue
Nigga turned into a dancer
Killed himself like hannah
Money still coming in
Bitches still flowing in (YES)
Slice his neck i ain't playing
Cut his toe he got to praying
Killed his wife i'm a murderer
Baby know she got a burner
Ate her ass like twice
Taste like fried rice
Hit the bitch she fine dime but she know she ain't mine(YES)
I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
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I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
Working 9-5 boy I hates working at krogers
They steady judging me but they thinking that they know us
Putting in my two weeks damn they saying i gotta slow up
Almost missed a day they said i'm fired if i don't show up
These females always bugging but they said i gotta grow up
Now they get to praying hoping i don't blow up
But these niggas pussy and they know they won't show up
And he choking that gun but he know he won't blow it
I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
I got 1,2,3,4,5 niggas ready to shoot
Shit pointing at u
Nigga don't even got a clue
Nigga turned into a dancer
Killed himself like hannah
Money still coming in
Bitches still flowing in (YES)
Slice his neck i ain't playing
Cut his toe he got to praying
Killed his wife i'm a murderer
Baby know she got a burner
Ate her ass like twice
Taste like fried rice
Hit the bitch she fine dime but she know she ain't mine(YES)
I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
Working 9-5 boy I hates working at krogers
They steady judging me but they thinking that they know us
Putting in my two weeks damn they saying i gotta slow up
Almost missed a day they said i'm fired if i don't show up
These females always bugging but they said i gotta grow up
Now they get to praying hoping i don't blow up
But these niggas pussy and they know they won't show up
And he choking that gun but he know he won't blow it
I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
I got 1,2,3,4,5 niggas ready to shoot
Shit pointing at u
Nigga don't even got a clue
Nigga turned into a dancer
Killed himself like hannah
Money still coming in
Bitches still flowing in (YES)
Slice his neck i ain't playing
Cut his toe he got to praying
Killed his wife i'm a murderer
Baby know she got a burner
Ate her ass like twice
Taste like fried rice
Hit the bitch she fine dime but she know she ain't mine(YES)
I remember my brother aye he stayed posted on that corner
Ak on my back & stay riding my shoulder
Couldn't afford no wendy's putting bread all in that toaster
Talking down on my niggas put yo name all on that poster
Writer: Braylon Clark
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