Papoose

Papoose - Brotherly Love lyrics

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Look how we dress we fly just like Delta

All we need is food, clothing, and shelter

Streetsweepers on the rise

The wait is over I arrive

The 1.5 million dollar man

Just to think I started with one grand

I know you got hundreds and millions god damn

I'ma catch up just give me a time span

How it feel when you shake my hand

Feel like money don't it, my man

And I wanna thank most of my fans

Without y'all I wouldn't be who I am

Who we are myself and my fam

The knockout kings me and Nasaam

I know you tired of them same nine jams

On the radio all day, I am

A relief like walkin' on hot sand

Then steppin' in cold water, I can

Become a millionaire just for rhymin' on mics

I'm about to have the time of my life







Walked in the store and copped me a cold bottle

All the kids love me they say I'm their role model

This pretty little girl she ran up on me fast

She said 'My name's Asia can I get your autograph?'

I praise the kids so when I signed the paper

It read 'Papoose in the name of Asia'

Wouldn't be here if my mom's wasn't in labor

So let me walk you through the laws of nature

I swam up a fallopian tube, hopin it lead through well

Fertilized joined with an egg to form a single cell

With anxiety, divided, and redevided entirely

Changin' to two trillion cells, all different varieties

Off the stress of this chain of events, grown reliably

Time prevented me but my destiny was society

I just borned you, like she borned me

Now the children of the world can see







We hold each other down like real brothers should

Knowledge before wisdom we understood

They try to come between us, none of those suckers could

Cause you can't penetrate steel with lumber wood

Money over sex and honor before money

Death before dishonor, feed you if you hungry

Fam before friends, no outside trust

He might be your man but he ain't one of us

It be outsiders that put a family in a war

Tell him watch his head before they cut it off

He sellin' three grams and tellin' em' it's a ball

They comin' back for that point 5 they want it all

We was on the grind when the company was

Just division, now I give the country a buzz

My blood brotha not because he a thug

You my brotha, brotherly love...













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