Skit lyrics
by Br
*Bromance :
Postal Letter by BR :
Real brothers,
I'm talking to real brothers in the street,
If you are real infront of me,
Be real behind me,
Gossiping brothers got me sick,
Smiling next too me and in my surrounding,
In my absent they speaking badly about me,
Throw dirt on my name I public,
Thinking I won’t notice,
The type of person who can poison me, because of my act,
Bag, cash and stay mad on the low, what a shame;
Enemies who admit they hate are more safe then friends who hide the hate.
Bitter hearts don't last pal,
Change the lane,
Need to fake the bromance,
The least you can do is show us that you came too cause manice,
For real bro,
No need to act like a hoe,
Hoeing around town.....
Hold up hoe.
*Brotherhood :