Blood brothers Take a bullet for each other Yea brothers a light that don't come cheap And you lean on one another Thick as these and the best of friends You fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed We were as young as we were dumb When we piled in a ol' pile

You're dumbstruck, baby You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know Your mind is racing like a pro now Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you One time, you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god, it was a million years ago You're pink, you're young, you're

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

'Cause I need answers from you I got questions for you So why don't you got answers for me? Have you ever lied? It's a dumb question, baby girl, 'cause everybody lies But did you lie with someone else, baby? Watchu tryna do? Are you tryna hurt my ego?

I keep a stick Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch I keep a big Glock You get hit I do not miss shots I tell her, "Kick rocks" Okay, kick rocks, wrist go drip, drop I do not kiss, you making shit hot You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid

Yeah, Amerikaz mothafuckin' Nightmare, bitch They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga, we right here Live in the flesh with the Tecs, they never scared Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

Here I am, oh here I am, here I am I can help you find what you've been searching for Oh here I am, come to me, take my hand because I believe I can give you all the love you need and more Oh here I am, oh here I am, here I am And here I am, oh here I

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way? I was dumb enough not to settle down when you wanted to Now I'm sittin' here going crazy trying to crawl back to you But I was smart enough to come to my senses Be who