Brotha Man

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Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta 
fight for somethin'
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Stand for somethin', gotta 
understand, gotta make the plays
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Stick to it, get through, write 
yours, ride your wave, just keep it 
true
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 We'll fight the blues, we'll fight 
the blues
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Brotha man, young man, let me tell 
you somethin'
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Young man, brotha man, brotha man
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You gotta fight for somethin', stand
 for somethin'

That's what the poem told me
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 It was a greater poet like you know
 it but
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 I'd rather talk about how my neck 
is frozen and I
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 I'd write a song about the banging 
hoes and then
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 Stay up in the bitches while she 
dozing

[Chorus: French Montana]
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  When I went to my brotha, told 
him, "Help me please"
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  Now we hop out the PJs posted by 
the P
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  My old bitch yellin', "Come back, 
come back

  Come back, babe
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  Come back (come back) come back 
(come back)

  Come back (come back) babe

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Snoop Dogg]
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Harlem nights, quick speed, Godspeed
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Speed of light, Grease Lightnin', 
leather on my six-speed bike
Continúa después del anuncio
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Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, 
popsicle stripes

Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the 
Klondikes
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Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes,
 15 sellin' China white
Cops stoppin' if you opposite of 
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white

Pop, pop like you opposite of right
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Take heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, take 
lead on them niggas

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Frank Ocean]

Smooth dude riding 'round the 
boulevard
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Back in the days was on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another 
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nigga wave
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 Beautiful, the water's flat like 
ass is pre-Onika (yeah)
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 You the smaller version, you the 
baby sneaker

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
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Flacko, I wonder how it feel to live
 or be like you
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Album number three and keep it G 
like Q
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Heard you niggas get fly like G, 
like 2
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Nah, more like 4, like 3, not 2
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Shittin' on these niggas like P, 
like U

Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like 
juice
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Mama hubby got life, he got three 
strikes too
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Real niggas bleed like me, like you
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That's why I got a beam with a green
 light too
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I don't even make a scene, I just 
swing right through
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I'm just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps 
like soup
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Walkin' in my shoes, follow me like 
suit

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
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Brotha man, young man, let me tell 
you somethin'
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Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta 
fight for somethin'
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Stand for somethin', brotha 
understand, God don't make the plays
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Take the truth, get through, ride 
your wave, just keep the truth

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank 
Ocean]
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  Remember when I went to my brotha,
 told him, "Help me please"
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  Now we hop out the PJs, posted by 
the P
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  My old bitch yellin', "Come back, 
come back

  Come back, babe
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  Come back (come back) come back 
(come back)

  Come back (come back) babe"

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
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 You're a cornstar, all you fuck is 
corn broads (you fucking pop)
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 Frenchie faux pas 'cause you ain't 
had no pa
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 Your deal got catches like an 
outfielder

(Are you, are you, are you?)
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 Getting that God's view from towers