Calez – Distant Brothers Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Black ass nigga with grams sagging his pants
Rolling on a tan couch watching Roseanne
TV on mute cause his music is playing
They ask him who is that he say he bumping his mans
Knew him since the 6th grade always been friends
Showed em round the burbs when he came to the land
Visited over holidays treat him like fam
Even cheered him on in the fights throwing enemies hands

Tried to keep him fresh let him borrow his pants
Shirts shoes and hats anything that he can
Knew he lived in the city plus his money was low
So for show, he had to keep his nigga fresh in advance
Cause he was bout to move he said
Went the same school
We lead, a little band
It we was called Mini G's

What ever happened they ask? then he freezed
Lit up the blunt just to give his mind a ease
I don't know Im guessing everybody leave in this life you know
I guess that's how it gotta be
He didn't die or nothing
He alive and hustling
Not weed but something like records and cd's
But just know when you see me on TV
I ain't forget the nights we was watching MTV
Tryna get some ass out of Asia and Keke
Watch when I turn my channel to 3D

[Hook]
We gone all be straight
All be straight
We was always real they was always fake
When they tried to shoot me down bro you called me great
You my nigga to the end let it all replay 2x

[Verse 2]
Light skinned nigga with haze playing 2k
On his brown couch got the brush for his waves
Bump his guy shit his friends listen amazed
They ask him who is that nigga and this what he says
He said its just my homie that I met in 8th grade
We used sit and talk about how we gone get paid
Taught me about religion he was there when I prayed
Towards a better life like like fuck the end of the days
He used to fuck with Pria I was fucking with Jade
We used to go to parties in the Cal not afraid
About fighting these niggas that was throwing us shade
And when his family was homeless my crib the place that he stayed
Let me borrow his Nikes he can borrow my J's
Like Pokemon cards man the way we a trade
Hoes Knowledge or clothes it didn't matter to me
That was my homie even help me in my school with my grades
What happened they asked?
Hit the blunt then he ashed
Hit one more time puff puff pass
He finally got a crib
And he ain't even doing bad
Would travel back and forth but that shit a hella gas
I ain't mad he just chasing his path
Used to do stupid shit just to sit back and laugh at each other
Nigga still my brother in fact his sixth grade homie is my right hand man
Now we roll together
Tryna figure out life Tryna hold together
Good energy we reap what we sowed together
I just hope we stay close and we grow together
Cause that's my brother on my mama and life
So I put that on my life if I got it then we all get right shit
I can't promise it a happen overnight
But the night when it do we gone all recite

[Hook]

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