[Intro]
R.I.P. to my big brother Two
2 Cups, huh

[Verse 1]
We the realest n***as 'round here
Reportin' live from the Pole, where it's cold
If he ain’t from the Pole where it's cold, don’t come down here (Folk)
Just come 'round here, get found here
Another body turn his mommy's smile to a frown here
Huh, I’m gettin' tired of this lifestyle
That 30 with me, ain't nobody tryna fight now (Nah)
Applyin' pressure, not a n***a up in sight now (Fuck)
Up the pipe on him, make a goofy n***a pipe down
That ice on me, bling blow, they be like: "Wow!"
It's time to turn up, n***a, no mo' Mr. Nice Guy (Let's get it)
I don’t pop molly really, but today, I might try
They took my big brother Mensa, I’m thinkin' like: "Why?"
Was it the money? Was it the cars?
Was it the way he was stuntin'? Was he flexin' too hard?
Was it the way he was finessin'? Tryna stack or starve
‘Cause every time he see a n***a, wanna hear some bars
Like: "Pap, you go harder than piranha"
Yo' father, yo' momma, yo' mom momma, never knew my pop
Father was one of the only n***as condonin' in my drama
So if you gon' smoke for me, I want you to pour for me up two
[Chorus: Young Pappy & Mensa]
For my big brother Two
'Cause, man, that n***a had the juice
They lookin' at me, like: "Shoot!"
I'm lookin' at ‘em, like: "Who?" (The fuck?)
The fuck you think I’m finna do?
You think I’m finna stop now?
Boy, hell nah, I’m gon' blow
'Cause he'd did the same thing for me
I’d do the same shit for bro
I catch a opp and I'ma score
'Cause n***as know and bitches know
(N***as know!, let’s go!)

[Verse 2: Young Pappy & Mensa]
N***a, I'm rollin' through my city, n***a, all I see is crime
Everybody say they know me, everybody lyin' (N***as lyin')
And ain't nobody lane-checkin', everybody drivin' (Drivin')
And everybody poled up, so everybody firin'
Better get a gun! (Pole)
Boy, they say P.B.G. them n***as, they ain't been for none (None)
I keep it on me, on my homie, I ain't finna run (Nah)
Concealed up in my Gucci belt, I tote the biggest gun (Boom)
So if a n***a run up on me, I'ma get 'em done (Let's get it)
My flow tighter than virgin vagina
I'm tellin' 'em: "I'ma make it!", they lookin' like: "No, liar!"
I'm leanin' just like a Cholo, ain’t talkin' ‘bout Flo Rida
These rappin' n***as is sweet, I'm just fiendin' for more cider (Sweet)
From the city the murder capital everybody know about Chiraq
Money, hoes, dope, I can't go without (Dope)
And they got the nerve to tell me I’m a motor mouth
But all this shit I rap about, my team and 'nem gon' go about (Let's get it)
So I'ma ball hard 'til the day that I get slaughtered
And shout out to them hitters that be still thuggin' on Lawrence
And n***a, I ain't stoppin' 'till the day I'm in a coffin
And my shirt, it say "Pink Dolphin"
Hoes up on me, get 'em off me now (Now)
I can look in your eyes and tell you fake, homie (Fuck)
Fuckin' his main bitch, that's 'posed to be your main homie (The fuck?)
It's been them same 10-year n***as that done changed on me
Boy, you must be talkin' to the Jakes, you actin' strange, homie
Where the trust at? (Huh), Where the love at? (Huh)
I'll give up all of my money to get 2 Cups back (Bro)
I need some dope, I need some bud, where is Bud at? (Dope)
No swimming pool for the liquor, where the flood at? (Let's get it)
He front-center, look at the camera, and there go Mensa
Say: "N***as know!", he point his fingers like they gon' remember (N***as Know!)
I take ring off, been gettin' money right off my dinner
Just to let bro 'nem I remember that day in December, 2
[Chorus]
They take my big brother Two
And, man, that n***a had the juice
They lookin' at me, like: "Shoot!"
I'm lookin' at 'em, like: "Who?"
The fuck you think I’m finna do?
You think I'm finna stop now?
Boy, hell nah, I'm gon' blow
'Cause he'd the same thing for me
I'd do the same shit for bro
I catch a Dale and it's score
'Cause n***as know and bitches know
You gon' remember for life!