Brothers who I part with Are the brothers I'mma miss The ones who say to do it Really running from this shit The brighter it gets in God's glamorous place The more I see myself like fuck it I can't hide from that face I stay on the streets Like Don stay on the beat It's great, dirt on my feet I pray burn all my g's Smoke in the condo Guess we kicked off the combo We sparkin' rollin' up a J Now we talk in the darkness Brothers who I part with Are the brothers I'mma miss The ones who say to do it Really running from this shit Really running from this shit I'm turning up Tooth hold gritted I been too cold with it Give me two more minutes til I spit it Full-grown chillin' blow the roof off Hoes gon' quit it for the mulah I been turning rude, born the same day as Buddha Make some room for the sequel If you can't find it you don't seek well Hop on the sun Brothers who I part with Are the brothers I'mma miss The ones who say to do it Really running from this shit Brothers who I part with Are the brothers I'mma miss The ones who say to do it Really running from this shit