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Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep it true We'll fight the blues, we'll fight the blues Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' Young man, brotha man, brotha man You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin' That's what the poem told me It was a greater poet like you know it but I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I I'd rather talk about the banging hoes and then Stay up in the bitches while she dozing When I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please" Now we hop out the PJs posted by the beach My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come back Come back, babe Come back (come back) come back (come back) Come back (come back) babe Harlem nights, quick speed, God speed Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the Klondikes Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' china white Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white Letras de cancionesPop pop like you opposite of right Take heed 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 ass is pre-Onika (yeah) 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 Shittin' 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 bangin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth Remember when I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please" Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the beach My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come back Come back, babe Come back (come back) come back (come back) Come back (come back) babe You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (you fucking pop) Frenchie faux pas cause you ain't had no pa Your dealer got catches like an outfielder (Are you, are you, are you?) Getting that God's view from towers Lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump From Letras Mania