To my own fucking brother
Let me change the temperature
I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better
When i used to play outside with my brother in september
Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Staring at the brother i never said goodbye to,
Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you
Ha, running rebel on another level
My brother, you chose to dance with the devil
If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number
He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"
And take ya'll supper
To see marshalls brother
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