Show My Brothers – YSN Flow

I wanna put my brothers on, and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another band
Weekly flights, straight out of Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
I can’t work no 9-5, bitch I get paid to make a song

I take the loses, I hopped on my feet, and made a name
The chop was movin’ cautious, watch a nigga would try snatch my chain
I Popped out with the gang, but in real life, see I move solo
He flexin with that thang, I know that pussy boy won’t blow though
The labels told me ”chill with all the guns”, ’cause I’m the future
Act like God behind that screen, I got some text for your computer
Fuck her than pass her to my clique, see that’s your bitch, oh yeah, we usin’ her
I don’t like to do no talkin’, she start talkin’, that bitch, mute her
Show appreciation, so I like to fuck a lot of fans
She a groupie, make a movie, then I put it to a end
I8, I really like the cost of beamers, hopped to Costa Rica
Versace wrapped around my waist, can’t go back to my old demeanor

I wanna put my brothers on, and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another band
Weekly flights, straight out of Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
I can’t work no 9-5, bitch I get paid to make a song

I was stacked, I’m stacking now, double up my baggage now
Rich or broke, I’m still gon’ make sure I go send that package out
Can tell they hate to see me ball, and want me to fall down
Just drop your addy, we adressin’ all the smoke today, two-tone, Cuban link, bitch I’m shinin’, glistenin’
They hate on me, they fake to me, but I can’t do no bitchin’
Fuck my P.O, I’m still geeked, that dumb hoe know that I don’t listen
I feel like MJ, got my shooter by me, I’mma call him Pippen
Knew I was rich when I tried stuff my pockets, half of them pockets rippin’
I came a long way, see my growth, I came a long way, I had hope
I let that white hoe do that snow, then come and bustdown on my pole
No, I’mma kid, but I feel grown, ’cause I did so much on my own
Through that rain, without no coat, and I still made it out so strong

I wanna put my brothers on, and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another band
Weekly flights, straight out of Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
I can’t work no 9-5, bitch I get paid to make a song

You can say you real, I bet I still don’t trust your ass
Put stars inside my heart, so shit won’t change, but it is still fuck your ass
Bitch you can bust that ass, see where my brothers at, I know they slime
Oh, so I grabbed around the Glock, it is time to hide, he ran so far
And man my chain don’t jiggle, you say you goin’ through some pain, well bitch our pain is different
Hopping in a Range, and then got safe, I think I’m made for this one
In life you either win or lose, I see what I’m gon’ take from this one
Psych bitch, I don’t take Ls, I know you wish a nigga would

I wanna put my brothers on, and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another band
Weekly flights, straight out of Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
I can’t work no 9-5, bitch I get paid to make a song