Kid Cudi - Brothers (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: King Chip] If my n***as don't f** wit' you, I don't f** wit' you That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you Be a man of your word, don't ever let 'em play you Stand up for your sh**, make sure these haters pay you Can't nothing stop a room full of real n***as I got some bad rich b**hes, they my real n***as It's like working four jobs not to k** n***as My little n***as love to ride by and spill n***as If y'all fell out over some chips that ain't your real n***a If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't your real n***a Before I be a house n***a be a field n***a I gotta Port Arthur chick, call it my trill n***a I met Duke in 92 and we still n***as Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill n***as Living well me and my n***as go'n eat Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet [Hook: Kid Cudi] Hey yo, all right This is how it's supposed to be (x4) Hey yo, all right [Verse 2: Rolla Costa] If my brothers don't f** with you ima f** with you Egg your f**ing whip right in front of your bad b**h Didn't care if my swag was weird they staired Like 50 flights so they couldn't keep up with my fly But it's like when they see me with a new joint they wanna cyph But I'm laughing like ain't this n***a said I can't ride a bike Started rocking these jerseys and it trended to my brothers Like Ben got my brother franklin working started from a boss at young But rally just chillin having fun So when you see me just know I'm Working Trying to start a business Ah tv show a clothing line My n***a we be hoping the train back to the block We saved guap for lil cezar pizza box (Ahhh) real n***a sh** right there For now crunch time is lunch time and one rhyme is dumb fine [Hook: Kid Cudi] Hey yo, all right This is how it's supposed to be (x4) Hey yo, all right [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Max with the homies, try to teach them things Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change But they neva change, bought a set of chains with another chain Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing, I ain't playing Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves Money neva change me only change the situation The paper I be chasin got them s**a n***as hatin Started from the pavement, basement Satan Couldn't match my flames so they compare me to a mason Free like slaves but they based and crazy We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks? Spliffing the blunt up, then they pickin the gun up Motherf**ers is trippin, they fixin' to run up Then they gettin the come up, yup b**h And they do it 'til the sun up And this is for my n***as and my gang Through the fortune and the fame Only thing that never change is my n***as [Hook] [Verse 3: Kid Cudi] I got the n***as that I need with me Any issues my n***a you know to please hit me No question no hesitation when it comes to holding fam down If you creep me the f** out you probably ain't around Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin past You got me f**ed up, keep talkin and kiss my a** No sweatin the ho sh**, too in tune with the family I do got the ones that do know Scott They give me the love that a n***a need If its a place to stay or a dime sack of weed Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and thin until we finished Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids And keep my n***as from goin away on a bid Only wanted all the fly sh** when we got big Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib Beat n***as up so 'bout it, 'bout it they go blind about it We all grown, families of our own Providing for 'em real n***as, real morals that's the code Perform so long as I am my brother's keeper He will provide me with a nine if I need or a street sweeper The love I have for my n***as is another type You gotta real n***a down with you for your whole life Love for my n***as The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my n***a [Hook]