P. Blackk My Brothers Keeper
[Intro]
Yo, my brothers keeper on my chest I got it tattooed
I give my life away for D even if I ain't have to
It's as if I had two, lives that is
[Chorus]
Play me is what you ain't gon' do
Aye we in the house, we homeschooled
We fam what you need? I got you
If you short on dough I'll spot you
Who you are is what you gon' be
I'm young, black, gifted, and free
[Verse 1]
Yo
My brother D taught me to tie my sneaks
My brother D taught me to make better beats when he told me mines was weak
My brother D taught me to play ball
My nigga D inspired me to draw, this nigga could do it all
My nigga D just got his masters y'all
And he only speaks his truth so he could only spit the facts to y'all
I'm known for hittin' stages, melting faces like they figuerines
I look into the crowd and see my nigga D
Aye growing up you lowkey wouldn't give me the time of day
Now you want to spend time like there's no time to waste
So with all this being said I just wanted to take the time to say
I love you and thanks for still believing my rhymes could pay
See I been stressing so I'm out here on my namaste
Meditating to take the blame and weight off my mistakes
Like chasing a 9 to 5 because of what my momma say
So I won't end up going broke waiting for my break, you know?
[Chorus]
Play me is what you ain't gon' do
Aye we in the house, we homeschooled
We fam what you need? I got you
If you short on dough I'll spot you
Who you are is what you gon' be
I'm young, black, gifted, and free
[Verse 2]
Uh, aye Darius the manchild, he's a grown man now
No time to be a kid he was the man of the house
Aye yo this nigga hated fish, but we had cans of tuna
Ran out of that after school, we'd grab ice and chew it
To escape reality I'd stay up in my room
To write rhymes and live vicariously through cartoons
Momma had poison in her breasts and her womb
My nigga D was in the kitchen fixing her some food (true)
Playing Beethoven and Bach, to get the mental pain to stop
My mom was going through a lot I'm sending prayers up to god
With no answer, (nope) she beat cancer (yep)
Meanwhile I'm mad at her now I want to be a freelancer
(this is now about you, you making it about you)
When did I turn into this entitled suburban kid?
Where I feel like a deserve but I ain't really work to earn this shit?
My brother always clowned my looks so I'm insecure as shit
But in a way it's kept me grounded I don't know what perfect is
I stabbed this nigga when he told me I won't do shit (Well)
He kicked me out when I told him I ain't like his chick (Well)
We fought it out, we'd go body no busted lips
But if touch my brother I'll f..cking rush you shit, so play me
[Chorus]
Play me is what you ain't gon' do
Aye we in the house, we homeschooled
We fam what you need? I got you
If you short on dough I'll spot you
Who you are is what you gon' be
I'm young, black, gifted, and free
(Outro)
I get that, I get how long P, I get that
But nigga you were a child then, you were a child experimenting with his talent
You're 25, at the core of talent- at the peak- you know what I'm saying?
Think about athletes, a running back is not- his greatest self until he's 28
An athelete, not their greatest self until they're mid-20s, early-30s
Nigga, you're, you're going to the league now
You been practicing like nigga- you're here
You're here
