[Intro: PBG Lucci]
PBG shit, man
You already know we rockin' in this shit
Right or wrong? Ride with my brothers, man
It's “Lucci With The .40” in this bitch
Fuck all the opps, free all the guys!
You already how I'm rockin' man

[Chorus: PBG Kemo]
Right or wrong, either way, I'm my brother's keeper
Pass the liquor, pop a flat, and shit, let's roll a reefer
Take a n***a to his grave, had to smoke a tweaker
Live in Hell with the gang, we don't know a preacher
Right or wrong, either way, I'm my brother's keeper
Pass the liquor, pop a flat, and shit, let's roll a reefer
Take a n***a to his grave, had to smoke a tweaker
Live in Hell with the gang, we don't know a preacher

[Verse 1]
Listen up, this the realest I done wrote
You don't need no fuckin' crowd, you can get it on yo own
I manned up when I was booked, yeah, they sent me down the road
Then one day I realized, in that bitch, I was alone
So a n***a got to rappin'
See a opp, I got to scrappin'
N***as didn't want the static, now I'm on, then bitch it's crackin'
Hop in traffic, back-to-back
All I know attack, attack
I'm up, shorty, laugh at that
Dissing, you won't last in that
Boy, that dissin' shit ridiculous
Leave him missin' with the fishes
Boy, I'm Future if you Pippen
Givin' go and then I'm dippin'
So it's back to the Zoo, with the True's and the tools
I'm a winner, never lose
I be up, can't never snooze

[Chorus: PBG Kemo]
Right or wrong, either way, I'm my brother's keeper
Pass the liquor, pop a flat, and shit, let's roll a reefer
Take a n***a to his grave, had to smoke a tweaker
Live in Hell with the gang, we don't know a preacher
Right or wrong, either way, I'm my brother's keeper
Pass the liquor, pop a flat, and shit, let's roll a reefer
Take a n***a to his grave, had to smoke a tweaker
Live in Hell with the gang, we don't know a preacher

[Verse 2]
I'm just gettin' cash
All designer, check the tag
In the field, you throwin' flags
I ain't givin' out no passes
We ain't lettin' n***as go
I'm just lettin' n***as know
PBG up in the building, shorty 'nem be trained to go
And we still getting money by the sack and by the minute
Last night, I popped a pill
In the booth, I still in it
I fuck lil' baby out her mind
Text me, like she still feel it
Since day one been over valid
I'm the shit just like a [?]
'Cause I'm Pappy Gang
We outta control with them mops and K's
Flee ass n***a, wheat Timb's or the matchin' J's
You'll be a pack playin' crazy just for actin' brave
Shout out Mose Deuce, told me: "Shorty, you gone make a way"
So a n***a just a rap what he live
Boy, you know you over-fake, bitch, you cap from the crib
In Chicago, where I live, I don't lack by the crib
On my son, honestly, keep them straps in the crib
'Cause it's too real
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I ain't takin' shit unless a n***a get a few mill
And that's merched, boy
Kemo be finessin' n***as
Keep my name around, in the air, boy, that's a blessing
Guess I'm doin' something right, I ain't talkin' 'bout a reverend
They like: “What he doing next?”
I'ma keep these people guessing
I just know I keep some salad for 'em clothes, how I'm dressin'
And it's Pooh Bear Gang forever, thought you been had got the message

[Chorus: PBG Kemo]
Right or wrong, either way, I'm my brother's keeper
Pass the liquor, pop a flat, and shit, let's roll a reefer
Take a n***a to his grave, had to smoke a tweaker
Live in Hell with the gang, we don't know a preacher
Right or wrong, either way, I'm my brother's keeper
Pass the liquor, pop a flat, and shit, let's roll a reefer
Take a n***a to his grave, had to smoke a tweaker
Live in Hell with the gang, we don't know a preacher

[Outro]
B.I.P. Mosey
B.I.P. Pappy, you already know how I'm comin'
B.I.P. Midnite
B.I.P. King Shoota, you feel me?
I won't forget about none of them fallen soldiers
You already know how we rockin' in this shit