Not My Brutha

You're not my brother so don't hit me with that brother shit

Niggas they be talkin' like they shoot but they won't blow the stick

If you fuckin' with a snitch then you a bitch, I can't respect this shit

Niggas wanna be gang but they ain't never even blew a blicc

Just stay inside cause this shit gon' get you fried

If you know you not gon' slide, get the fuck up off this ride

Got them four 45s and them nines, brother Z he love them dimes

Bet that ten milli, gon' blow and he not tryna waste no time

I said it once, I'm tryna catch a nigga slippin

My brother Chris he got me fucked up, now I'm out here trippin