Brotha Man Lyrics by ASAP Rocky ft. Snoop Dogg, Frank Ocean x French Montana
[Intro/Hook/Chorus]
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for something
Stand for something
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth
Get through
Right
Just keep the truth
Fight the blues
Fight the blues
Brotha man
Young man
Let me tell you something
Young man
Brotha man, brotha man
You gotta fight for something
Stand for something
That’s what the (?) told me
It was great to (?)
I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I’d rather talk about naked hoes and the
[Hook/Chorus – French Montana]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yelling come back
Come back
Come back
Babe
Come back
Come back “come back”
Come back “come back”
[Verse 1 – ASAP Rocky, Snoop Dogg & Frank Ocean]
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin,’ leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 selling china white
Cops stopping if you opposite o’ white
Pop pop like you opposite o’ right
Take heat lil nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag ’round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water’s flat like acid pre-Onika
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shitting on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That’s why I got a beam with a green light too
I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through
I’m just banging on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit
[Hook/Chorus]
Brotha man
Young man
Let me tell you something
Young man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for something
Stand for something
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth
Get through
Right
[Hook/Chorus – French Montana & Frank Ocean]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yelling come back
Come back
Come back
Babe
Come back
Come back “come back”
Come back “come back”
Come back “come back”
[Verse 2 – Frank Ocean]
You’re a cornstar
All you fuck is corn, parched
You fall apart
Frenchie faux pas
‘Cause you
Ain’t gotta know pa
The dealer got catches
Like an outfielder
Are you are you are you
God’s view from towers
Looking down, like I’m Donald Trump
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