Lyrics 

told my brother ima run it up I got hella cake on me i'm leaning off them drugs 
you ain't in the field nigga you ain't with no thugs i'm brothers with the plug we get all kinds of love(x2)

So brodie up the score we get him at the door and i don't fuck with none these niggas I be on my own 
X all on my chest cause I don't like to rock Vlone niggas hating on me so I gotta tote the chrome 
they see me going up and now they staying down 
lotta niggas hating on me now they come around 
how you supposed to be my brodie when you want my shorty
 you was supposed to be all by my side I called Rick and Morty 
niggas hating but fuck em cause I swear they don't even know me free my OG cause I swear yeah this shit cutting so deep 
made a living off my phone made some money while I sleep 
watch how I put on for my people ima make sure they all eat

told my brother ima run it up I got hella cake on me i'm leaning off them drugs 
you ain't in the field nigga you ain't with no thugs i'm brothers with the plug we get all kinds of love(x2)

All kinds of love (Prod Tofito)

Rarevinci