Bottom Brawd

This game, it's over ya head like Louis Vuitton luggage Ya know? If I tried to break it down to you, you'd get a migraine, and a nosebleed But, it's extremely simple So, what does that, in fact, tell you, about ya self? Check, check I was young, on the grind, I was 'bout them G's I ran them streets, but they did not run me I had a whole bunch ah, uh, uh... Desperados That'll bust yo head with (?) bottles N' they rode wit' me, my road dawgz N' y'all fools, know, I love y'all Y'all stuck wit' me, when I was down n' out Jumpin' outta limousines, sump'n, young n' stout I had the whole crew, the old crew, and I still do The ones, that love me so much, they'll kill you Wasn't in my weddin', and that, was for a reason I needed to tell ya somethin', it just wasn't the season Time to move on, I've grown I'ma try again, to rebuild a home Haha If you my real partna, you'll understand that But, if not, then I'ma know where my man at Haha I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd We started off slow, let her get to know me That way, if she feels me, it'll be the real me Please believe, I'm not no walk in the park And, Lil' Mama, she had the heart to take a shot in the dark Turned on, by how she can keep a secret Watchin her count twenties in Victoria's Secret She shit, made me, Boss status Took her to the altar, n' made her a partner, the vice president, of this thing we got She took the indictment, wit' that ring she got Haha Said I do, does she know what she did? Two years later, she's at home wit' my kid She a underboss, she get ya head cut off Fuck around wit' Lil Mama, get ya bread cut off I snatched her outta college, straight to the Pro's Never get her twisted wit' the rest ah these hoes (What's up?) I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd She know I'm in the streets, she know when I'm gone May not know, exactly, what time I'm comin' home But she know I have that bread wit' me, or worst case scenario, have dem feds wit' me Ya feel me? You sucka boys, ain't makin' a dime All in the streets, just wastin' they time Breathing' up, valuable air, that could be used by a real life playa Lil Mama never coulda been wit' a square She tried it, n' didn't like it, so she over here Well I be polo'd out, say the pony (?) Keep 'bout three or four thousand on me We done been down, I mean doin' bad And she stayed down, wit' her rider ass, button down shirts, all up in church I ain't even know you went here Bruh, I be wit' her I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd I gotta young, bad, bottom brawd We can fight, all night, and she don't call the law She so down for me, that I'm all for y'all My young, bad, bottom brawd