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"TwoBrothers" lyrics by WELL$
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"TwoBrothers"


[Verse 1:]
I get these tracks and get to actin' records
Good whenever, I feel oppression, you only is nice as your last endeavor
Past and present, I'm only askin' questions and get payed
Only by the strength of my presence
It's all good, the interior map black but the wheel wood
She say I can't fuck but I prolly could
I be frequent in numbers, and the sequels you wonder
Let's me know if you luv her
You see, I'm from the west and we don't roll like that
From where you can catch an aylin' and we can go right back
And yo nigga's pro'lem's yo pro'lem, his mommas, she be yo mommas
So any time he's bout drama, he know that he rollin' with robbers
My nigga, I'm tryna see the world before the summer up
And not to ran through these blog, they ain't done enough
These dudes politickin' on my position, like they done did it
I ain't finished, check my check list, make sure to leave nothing missing
Long died in questions and takin' missis
So it's ironic how I manage it, and since ya got some standards missin'
Y'all niggas ain't ballin' fishin'
Y'all niggas is hardly mentioned, I can taste, got all the bitches
Yo

[Interlude - Dave Chappelle:]
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
I look out the window
There's a fucking baby standin' on the corner
[?]

[Verse 2:]
As of late I been back to back with these hits
Crouching tiger, hittin' tiger, back to back with these fists
Ahead of my time, dreams of the six is how we sit
Cause I know momma's [?] and a grand scheme
How it feel to kill a man's dream
I've neva done it, but I been on this track, might do same thing
It ain't all what it seems, these niggas all fo' hype
I can tell by their complexity, all ain't what seems
We noticed you got some scenes splittin'
Rap game, lawrence taylor, fuck around and have yo seem dismissive
Trappin' bucket 'less my team is in it
You get tired knowin' that you the shit
You're busy livin' the life that they try to portray a [?]
Already you lego, momma, just lemme work my wrist
Alex show me the pit, and I ain't been right fo' shit
Uh, whippin' scriptures outta my parlay
All this in my composition
It's why I rule savage and I got it fo' you
Silent luncheon, I'll get it quiet for you
Back on my teachin' shit, all I need is some silence from you
A nigga can't fuckin' think
From where you can lose your life all in the span of a blink
Click, another body to the count
Let the cops pick up the scraps, he was church's chicken with the mouth

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