Brody lyrics

• Yo This that shit right here, like That type of shit that we be on, like, at an early age (Jansport J)
  Seasoned vets
  Yo, yo, yo

  Was restless, chain smokin' soon as the stress hits
  I was reckless because I knew I was protected
  Soon as this check hit, I'ma go buy a bigger necklace, investments
  It ain't really much question 'bout who the best is, blessings
  I'm the king on board like how chess is
  Uh, we the young n***** that's bringin' back the essence
  Room full of all my rich homies, I learned lessons
  Makin' six figures, that's one of my new obsessions
  The streets made me this way, these are my confessions
  I would've risked it all for a stack and the new 11s
  I wasn't always connected, at first, I sold sevens
  Me with no hustle, that's like a church with no reverend
  The streets don't love nobody, she still gon' let you fuck
  You been in it for a minute and you still ain't catchin' up
  I been winnin' for a minute and still don't feel like I'm up
  I done did a lot of shit and feel I still ain't done enough

  I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine
  Can't believe we made it through them hard times
  Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
  I can't believe that we made it through them hard days
  They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine
  I can't believe we made it through them hard times (Uh, uh)
  Had my back against the wall up in the hallway (Uh, they know)
  I can't believe that we made it through them hard days (Uh)

  It's like everybody wanna be Big and wanna be Pac
  Wanna be the trigger man, but don't wanna be shot
  Wanna be like Nas or Jay, Dipset, or the Lox
  Master P in No Limit, Free and Beans with the Roc
  All the hustlin' I did, tryna be like my pops
  Had me stressin' in the crib, on the run from the cops (I was on the run, n****)
  N***** from my old class, they wanna be opps
  That hatin' shit don't last, you wanna be in my spot
  This fifty bands in cold cash, got this shit off a block
  And them stories that I tell true shit 'bout my block
  Lil' resi' on the scale, extra grams in the pot
  Started off slingin' bales twelve hundred a pop
  This when Face was still home, before Mike got shot
  Right at Tia front door, before the block got hot
  I had an old .38 before the Glock that cock
  And did my first hand to hand in front of Julio's shop, it go, uh

  I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine
  Can't believe we made it through them hard times
  Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
  I can't believe that we made it through them hard days
  They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine
  I can't believe we made it through them hard times
  Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
  I can't believe that we made it through them hard days

• Who is the author of the song Brody?
  The song Brody was written by Black Soprano Family.

• Who sings the song Brody?
  The song Brody is performed by Black Soprano Family.