Mark Battles – For My Bros lyrics

Mostly, we got an understanding
I still got so much to say
3's up

Hello world, I'm back for sure
To give you what you asking for
Quit asking bout my past friends
I think its time to close that door
Lick my wounds, no open sores
Its tougher when you grow up poor
I ain't here to make excuses
This the year we making Forbes
This the shit they can't afford
Do the things they can't see
Oh, you don't think God is real?
Then how the hell you explain me
I'm grinding till I'm pain-free
It's FOD till Game 3
It don't matter, rain, sleet
I'm speeding through the lane, G

Lady turn your lights on
Wanna look you in your eyes
When I tell you I don't love you baby
Please don't look surprised
I was raised on the crooked side
Where them niggas be cooking pies
Can't blame us for the anger
Tell the judge to free the guys
(It's Fly America)

Tomorrow's feared by yesterday
Tell coach its time to set a play
Good head while I meditate
Throwing threes like Steph and Klay
And it took some time for me to set 'em straight
Them kids dream of them better days
So I won't hesitate
Now play a song and they know my shit
Love me more for every flow I spit
Lately I feel like Craig Sager cause everybody seem to know I'm sick
10K for every show I get
And its Burger King for every ho I hit
RIP we can pour out sips, for my bros
Life is hard and I been a winner
Starting fall we should get a center
Three's Up I'm authentic can't nothing fake, Kendall Jenner
These niggas more like Kim and Khloe
Don't try to judge till you get to know me
Party hard when I'm with the homies
Done taking shots like I'm Shaq and Kobe
Push 'em to the back like black emojis

For the bros
For my bros
For my bros

Lady turn your lights on
Wanna look you in your eyes
When I tell you I don't love you baby
Please don't look surprised
I was raised on the crooked side
Where them niggas be cooking pies
Can't blame us for the anger
Tell the judge to free the guys

For the bros
For my bros
For my bros

RIP Carl Battles
I hope you proud of me bro
RIP my nigga Anthony Clemmens
Anthony Bryant
Josh Spiel
RIP my nigga Mitch
RIP Rico
Rest in heaven to Chris from up north
Beat rock, its 317