Young L - Lil Brudda lyrics

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Young L - Lil Brudda lyrics

[Produced by Young L] [Verse 1] Back in the slums, packin' alarm Laid on a ton, can't no n***a play me I don't give a f** what they told y'all I've been on the grind, whole time, ain't nobody made me Don't tell me what they say, why you let 'em talk about me? p**y n***as run their mouth like a water fountain They can keep hatin', yeah they can keep doubtin' But I'ma sh** on 'em every time I'm around 'em [Hook] Yeah I'll be right back, I'm on a mission, lil brudda You quick to pull that TEC, but you gotta listen, lil brudda My eyes never closed, some like to play undercover You wanna be a soldier? Send that flag to his mother They all plottin' on me, I see 'em all in a huddle Migo got that pack, all in that tunnel, he smuggled They wanna blackball me, they say I cause too much trouble Oh yeah? They say I [Verse 2] They tried to hold me back, I had to put up a battle Young n***a switch it up, they tried to copy my shadow I'm still the same, n***a, I never change oh no never Look if you need them thangs, we got some sh** we can mail you I'm tryna put you on, I'm tryna teach you some sh** But you ain't ever listenin', see you a stupid lil b**h I had to switch it up, I copped that Benz with the kit Young n***a hit a lick, and I ain't been the same since I show you how to get this money without usin' a cutter I've been trappin' overnight, on the road, workin' double [Hook] [Verse 3] The world gon' hit him up, know it ain't nothin' but somethin' He gon' go if I say go, don't care 'bout the repercussions He tried a 9 to 5, but that there wasn't budgin' Layin' the society, lil woadie out here thuggin' He want dollar, he want dollar, he do whatever for it Hate to say it but if his cousin play with it, he gon' pay for it He just tryna feed his kid, get a lil' ice on his arm Just wanna shine on them hoes, and show off his lil' charm Can you blame him? No dawg you can't Diamonds and whippin', it's all n***as think Life before you pull it, just think twice Somethin' to change, it ain't right He done went brainless, he done went aimless Tried to change his life Throw him some stacks, he still bangin' That shooter is what he remainin'

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