ts bros before the hoes, Cuz the bros got your back while the bitches come and goes,by the columns or by the rows, its yo boys standin side by side n toes to toes, so ride the wave of bitches high but remember the bros, that'll be by your side when the waves crash you into your lows, but pussy comes first, takes like 5 mins to make abitch burst, I may not be the best but I'm miles away from the worst, but I digress, I must rewind, return and readdress, what I was saying before all this random ass excess, and whatever the fuck, it's about the homies at your side when you're down on your luck, its about remembering your bros over some fuck it's about looking past how good she can suck, and knowing who really cares enough to give a fuck, @@@@@but wrap some lingerie around her body, that's keeping me young, this bitch sits stands and moves and I'm sprung, but I'm outtapocket and wrong, to choose that over a bro, of maybe even a decade or mo, and that's on the real no bs fasho, so you my nigga dog, just had to let ya know, in the best way I could with this flow I just wrote from a brotha from anotha motha to anotha you my brotha, through the sunny and the stormy weatha no matter this that or whateva, I can't tell if I'm mumbling nonsense or if I'm smooth and cleva, if I'm spitting it like a G I'd hope you ve honest with me, but the problem is as you can plainly see, if I sounded like trash I'd want you to lie to my ass, don't lather me in bullshit and call me princess peach, constructive criticism is a great way to learn and teach, to each is his own and now I'm sitting alone, writing rhymes in my home, wishing I could do accents of Arnold or Stallone, either would be sick and I'd probably do it too much and end up getting hit, cuz I try to be thoughtful but I often don't know when to quit, but I use my humor good looks and above all wit, to more or less smile and laugh to wiggle outta getting hit, but I talk too much and wear clothes so baggy they don't even fit, but I don't give a fuck cuz I'm doing me and I'm always lit, do you catch my drift? I like automatic cuz I don't have to shift, but I got no muscles so haybales are somethin I can't lift, but that's about the end, cuz in a moment or 2 we gotta head around the bend, down a block or 3, to hit the bank, deposit some cash then buy some drank, cuz ya can't get fuckd up with just the dank, to my bros I bid adieu and thank, im indestructible cuz I'm savage like a tank, so now we good, we cool, just some niggas from the same hood, and not the same school, but we brilliant nonetheless not fools but full of nonsense, we right in your face not sneaky slow and in suspense, but they're the workers, we the bosses, if you step to us, expect heavy losses, we accept your challenge anywhere and anyway, anyhow and anytime, we are so good I wish you niggas would, but if you niggas could, then you niggas should, but you can't go toe to toe, we too fast, you too slow, and you can't match us hit after hit, I ain't just talkin some shit, I'll keep comin and hitting and dodging and dippin, use whatever I can find as my weapon, I'm quick so I keep sidestepping, or quick fake right then left slippin, the countdown to your defeat is almost up, your clock is ticking, so its mortal kombat finish him, I probably knock you out or I'll break a limb, but right about now, your prospects are rather slim, it'll all go quiet and itll all go black, til you wake up later like that was a hell of a smack, but he did warn me so I'll cut him some slack, now whatchu niggas out there think about all of that, did that shit suck or did that shit slap? All I know is if you talk shit about my rap, you gonna get slapped