"Brothers Day" lyrics

Ballin' hard, need a stat-sheet
I got good gas, don't match me
I pull up and I make catastrophe
My new bitch she say that she mad at me (Ayy)
Pac-Man chasing after me (Ayy)
Do the money dance, Happy Feet
When I get up they all clap for me
I don't even talk, my bitch brag for me

Life's too short for me to give a fuck, ah
Life's too short for me to give a fuck, ah
I'm living it up, I can't wait 'til tomorrow
Feel like Lavar, all my brothers they ball
If Imma die, Imma do what I want
But I still give all my credit to God

2017, lost the house and a job
2018, lost my brother and mind
2019, I almost lost my life
2020, lost my grandma and cried
When I made it out, I looked up to the sky
Took a trip to Japan and found purpose in life
Circled by all the serpents in disguise
Fell down to the bottom and started to rise (Ooh)

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I got my money sealed with the vacuum, ayy
Girl I kept it real when I ain't have to, ayy
I could of lied to your face
Sippin' grace while I throw some wood into the fireplace
It's still BNG even though we richer, ayy
These niggas copying me like a printer, ayy
I'm Thanos and y'all the avengers, ayy
Pay close attention to people that don't clap when you winnin'
I got me an accountant to keep track of all these racks I'm spendin'

Life's too short for me to give a fuck, ah
Life's too short for me to give a fuck, ah
I'm living it up, I can't wait 'til tomorrow
Feel like Lavar, all my brothers they ball
If Imma die, Imma do what I want
But I still give all my credit to God