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My Brothers Keeper
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P. Blackk
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Yo, my brothers keeper on my chest I got it tattooed I give my life away for D even if I ain't have to It's as if I had two, lives that is Play me is what you ain't gon' do Aye we in the house, we homeschooled We fam what you need? I got you If you short on dough I'll spot you Who you are is what you gon' be I'm young, black, gifted, and free Yo My brother D taught me to tie my sneaks My brother D taught me to make better beats when he told me mines was weak My brother D taught me to play ball My nigga D inspired me to draw, this nigga could do it all My nigga D just got his masters y'all And he only speaks his truth so he could only spit the facts to y'all I'm known for hittin' stages, melting faces like they figuerines I look into the crowd and see my nigga D Aye growing up you lowkey wouldn't give me the time of day Now you want to spend time like there's no time to waste So with all this being said I just wanted to take the time to say I love you and thanks for still believing my rhymes could pay See I been stressing so I'm out here on my namaste Meditating to take the blame and weight off my mistakes Like chasing a 9 to 5 because of what my momma say So I won't end up going broke waiting for my break, you know? Play me is what you ain't gon' do Aye we in the house, we homeschooled We fam what you need? I got you If you short on dough I'll spot you Who you are is what you gon' be I'm young, black, gifted, and free Uh, aye Darius the manchild, he's a grown man now No time to be a kid he was the man of the house Aye yo this nigga hated fish, but we had cans of tuna Ran out of that after school, we'd grab ice and chew it To escape reality I'd stay up in my room To write rhymes and live vicariously through cartoons Momma had poison in her breasts and her womb My nigga D was in the kitchen fixing her some food (true) Playing Beethoven and Bach, to get the mental pain to stop My mom was going through a lot I'm sending prayers up to god With no answer, (nope) she beat cancer (yep) Meanwhile I'm mad at her now I want to be a freelancer (this is now about you, you making it about you) When did I turn into this entitled suburban kid? Where I feel like a deserve but I ain't really work to earn this shit? My brother always clowned my looks so I'm insecure as shit But in a way it's kept me grounded I don't know what perfect is I stabbed this nigga when he told me I won't do shit (Well) He kicked me out when I told him I ain't like his chick (Well) We fought it out, we'd go body no busted lips But if touch my brother I'll f*cking rush you shit, so play me Play me is what you ain't gon' do Aye we in the house, we homeschooled We fam what you need? I got you If you short on dough I'll spot you Who you are is what you gon' be I'm young, black, gifted, and free (Outro) I get that, I get how long P, I get that But nigga you were a child then, you were a child experimenting with his talent You're 25, at the core of talent- at the peak- you know what I'm saying? Think about athletes, a running back is not- his greatest self until he's 28 An athelete, not their greatest self until they're mid-20s, early-30s Nigga, you're, you're going to the league now You been practicing like nigga- you're here You're here
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