Family
A family together is betterWorking the streets, making the chedder
An unexplainable bond
A friend, a confidant
A person to count on
Down in the mud
Closest of kin
Not even my blood
Never judged me because I am a stud
We run this shit
No room for a hating ass bitch
Fuck with us and we talk with fist
Ones we hate the most is a snitch
We run this game
Better then the baseball hall of fame
We ready to tame
Tame you
Some may rock red
But we roll blue
Nothing to say
Nothing to do
Most of all we care
What we got we share
This world may not seem fair
Sit back and we'll make you stare
We got love
Love that will make problems fly like doves
My brother, My sister
My grandma, My cuz
We ride or die
No reason to lie
You can player hate
But remember we going to fly
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