I used to have a nine to five
Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles
Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/
See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,
Its cold as shit in this booth
My brothers need some clothes and shoes
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
My only real influences were my brothers,
You little young-ass motherfuckers
The motherfucking kenner brothers,
Royal rumble super smash brothers
Now, if you was the last man walking on earth
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