Brotha Man Lyrics - Asap Rocky

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] 

Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin' 

Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays 

Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep it true 

We'll fight the blues, we'll fight the blues 

Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' 

Young man, brotha man, brotha man 

You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin' 

That's what the poem told me 

It was a greater poet like you know it but 

I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I 

I'd rather talk about the banging hoes and then 

Stay up in the bitches while she dozing 

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[Chorus: French Montana] 

When I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please" 

Now we hop out the PJs posted by the beach 

My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come back 

Come back, babe 

Come back (come back) come back (come back) 

Come back (come back) babe 

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Snoop Dogg] 

Harlem nights, quick speed, God speed 

Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike 

Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes 

Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the Klondikes 

Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' china white 

Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white 

Pop pop like you opposite of right 

Take heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, take lead on a nigga 

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Frank Ocean] 

Smooth durag 'round the boulevard back in the days on the train 

Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave 

Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is pre-Onika (yeah) 

You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker 

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] 

Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you 

Album number three and keep it G like Q 

Heard you niggas get fly like G, like 2 

Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2 

Shittin' on these niggas like P, like U 

Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice 

Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too 

Real niggas bleed like me, like you 

That's why I got a beam with a green light too 

I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through 

I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup 

Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit 

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky] 

Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' 

Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin' 

Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays 

Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth 

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank Ocean] 

Remember when I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please" 

Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the beach 

My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come back 

Come back, babe 

Come back (come back) come back (come back) 

Come back (come back) babe 

[Outro: Frank Ocean] 

You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (you fucking pop) 

Frenchie faux pas cause you ain't had no pa 

Your dealer got catches like an outfielder 

(Are you, are you, are you?) 

Getting that God's view from towers 

Lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump