Calez - Distant Brothers lyrics

[Verse 1] Black a** n***a with grams sagging his pants Rolling on a tan couch watching Roseanne TV on mute cause his music is playing They ask him who is that he say he bumping his mans Knew him since the 6th grade always been friends Showed em round the burbs when he came to the land Visited over holidays treat him like fam Even cheered him on in the fights throwing enemies hands Tried to keep him fresh let him borrow his pants Shirts shoes and hats anything that he can Knew he lived in the city plus his money was low So for show, he had to keep his n***a fresh in advance Cause he was bout to move he said Went the same school We lead, a little band It we was called Mini G's What ever happened they ask? then he freezed Lit up the blunt just to give his mind a ease I don't know Im guessing everybody leave in this life you know I guess that's how it gotta be He didn't die or nothing He alive and hustling Not weed but something like records and cd's But just know when you see me on TV I ain't forget the nights we was watching MTV Tryna get some a** out of Asia and Keke Watch when I turn my channel to 3D [Hook] We gone all be straight All be straight We was always real they was always fake When they tried to shoot me down bro you called me great You my n***a to the end let it all replay 2x [Verse 2] Light skinned n***a with haze playing 2k On his brown couch got the brush for his waves Bump his guy sh** his friends listen amazed They ask him who is that n***a and this what he says He said its just my homie that I met in 8th grade We used sit and talk about how we gone get paid Taught me about religion he was there when I prayed Towards a better life like like f** the end of the days He used to f** with Pria I was f**ing with Jade We used to go to parties in the Cal not afraid About fighting these n***as that was throwing us shade And when his family was homeless my crib the place that he stayed Let me borrow his Nikes he can borrow my J's Like Pokemon cards man the way we a trade Hoes Knowledge or clothes it didn't matter to me That was my homie even help me in my school with my grades What happened they asked? Hit the blunt then he ashed Hit one more time puff puff pa** He finally got a crib And he ain't even doing bad Would travel back and forth but that sh** a hella gas I ain't mad he just chasing his path Used to do stupid sh** just to sit back and laugh at each other n***a still my brother in fact his sixth grade homie is my right hand man Now we roll together Tryna figure out life Tryna hold together Good energy we reap what we sowed together I just hope we stay close and we grow together Cause that's my brother on my mama and life So I put that on my life if I got it then we all get right sh** I can't promise it a happen overnight But the night when it do we gone all recite [Hook]