My Brother Lyrics - Mac

Yo, if y'all don't mind, I'd like to share a little somethin I wrote. 

About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? my muthafuckin brother, ya 

Know. and it ain't gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya thug 

Brother. 

We tend to say things that we don't really mean 

Like I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly disease 

I never meant a word nigga, I was speakin out of anger 

At times, I treated you as if you was a stranger 

We both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never lied to me 

Or knock me for nuthin I tried to be 

You was in the house sharpenin your art skills 

And I was in the backyard doin cartwheels 

Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come home 

Stealin bikes even though I knew my rights from wrong 

I used to envy you cause you intelligent 

And I hate you was a strange way of tellin it 

But that was irrelevant 

You was in the good schools, I went to the gutter with the thugs 

When a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugs 

You my nigga, til I'm dead and gone 

And I loved you like you was a part of me 

And that's why I'm singin this song 

Chorus: it's my nigga, my nerve, my one love 

(you're my brother) 

The one who wouldn't change on a nigga 

(you're my brother, you're my brother) 

Cause we shared the same blood 

(there's no other) 

That's my nigga, my nerve, my one love 

(you're the only one for me) 

The one that wouldn't change on a nigga 

Don't change on a nigga 

It's my nigga, my nerve, my one love 

(you're my brother) 

The one who wouldn't change on a nigga 

(you're my brother, you're my brother) 

Cause we shared the same blood 

(there's no other) 

That's my nigga, my nerve, my one love 

(you're the only one for me) 

Even though I never told you, at times I tried 

So I praise you while you alive 

Now even though we look at life differently 

You probably had the better view 

And when it came to hoes I was way ahead of you 

I went to school with em, used to fool with em in class 

In the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall pass 

You did homework, and I did bitches 

You was plottin on how to pass, I was plottin on some riches 

It showed in the report card 

You paid attention to the teacher 

I was lookin at the sport cars 

In the magazines with my headphones, knowin I was dead wrong 

Cuttin class, goin everywhere but home 

When you got a job, mama and them was proud, I was jealous 

You worked late nights, I ran the streets with the fellows 

In a rush to be grown, you was still more mature 

Cause you hang with your own, plus my heart was pure 

You my nigga, til I'm dead and gone 

And I loved you like you was a part of me 

And that's why I'm singin this song 

Chorus 

2x: let me hear ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh 

The only one for me