Scottie - Lil Bro Lyrics

I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta make sure to black on the beat
Ain’t no machine but it’s facts on the beat
Hit up lone and we good cuz he back with the heat
If it’s sunny Miami Im packing the heat
Ain’t no mountain my nigga you lacking the peak
Y’all niggas rapping is weak
No broom in this bitch if I’m back it’s a sweep
Pull up with hitters, the derby elite
The money goin talk and we worthy to speak
I got a murder to a keep
Drip like a faucet they heard of the leak
Ain’t met nobody deserving as me
Get on the track and they worried of me
Colder than 30 degrees
Skill set is higher than learning degrees
Alphabet slaughter I bury the G’s
Everything I do premeditated
They be staring at me cuz I’m elevated
Every line is a jail celll
That’s a bar nigga we should celebrate it
Heaven sent but I be hella fated
I be levitating while I’m meditating
Go hard or go home, way that you spitting swear your crib is renovated
Lord knows
I been working for the four floors
I been switching up the old flows
Getting open when the door close
Crew with me for the boatloads
I know the ship has sailed
Hooked on a bitch, oh well
I’ll never quit or fail
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta make sure he good
I gotta make sure he eating
I gotta make sure his dreams never better when sleeping
Gotta make sure that I let him know there’s better days than the weekend
Lord knows, loving is always a reason
We’re overcoming the demons
Lord knows, depression was always a lesion
Brotherhood been the allegiance
I gotta go through the hardships
Make sure where my heart is
You know we bad to the bone, I had to show that we jointed like cartilage
Everybody knowing me as the artist
But you knowing me as the brother who went left a scar on your forehead
Yea, but still you goin love me regardless
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea

I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta make sure to black on the beat
Ain’t no machine but it’s facts on the beat
Hit up lone and we good cuz he back with the heat
If it’s sunny Miami Im packing the heat
Ain’t no mountain my nigga you lacking the peak
Y’all niggas rapping is weak
No broom in this bitch if I’m back it’s a sweep
Pull up with hitters, the derby elite
The money goin talk and we worthy to speak
I got a murder to a keep
Drip like a faucet they heard of the leak
Ain’t met nobody deserving as me
Get on the track and they worried of me
Colder than 30 degrees
Skill set is higher than learning degrees
Alphabet slaughter I bury the G’s
Everything I do premeditated
They be staring at me cuz I’m elevated
Every line is a jail celll
That’s a bar nigga we should celebrate it
Heaven sent but I be hella fated
I be levitating while I’m meditating
Go hard or go home, way that you spitting swear your crib is renovated
Lord knows
I been working for the four floors
I been switching up the old flows
Getting open when the door close
Crew with me for the boatloads
I know the ship has sailed
Hooked on a bitch, oh well
I’ll never quit or fail
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta make sure he good
I gotta make sure he eating
I gotta make sure his dreams never better when sleeping
Gotta make sure that I let him know there’s better days than the weekend
Lord knows, loving is always a reason
We’re overcoming the demons
Lord knows, depression was always a lesion
Brotherhood been the allegiance
I gotta go through the hardships
Make sure where my heart is
You know we bad to the bone, I had to show that we jointed like cartilage
Everybody knowing me as the artist
But you knowing me as the brother who went left a scar on your forehead
Yea, but still you goin love me regardless
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea
I gotta stunt for my lil bro
I gotta make sure he good, he eating
I swear depression the real foe
I don’t got time to be taking it easy
I’m going hard like a steel toe
Speaking to God and he told me he need me
Kicking it with em like field goals
Yea, yea