My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
After the club, gettin you open
So you better run better run son
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
You couldn't come at me with something better,
Or something that you paid for
But trust me that makes the joy better
For a better life,hoping one day its going to better right
This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died
Ya'll wife and white knight her
Told you i was better
Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
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