Just Another Brother

I'm riding through these Orlando vicinities
Sippin' Hennessey, SL Driver, they wanna get with me
I got no time for playing street games
I gotta seize the beats, so in the streets I can't hang
Gotta stay on airplanes, the buses, and the bus fiend
D.M.V.V.V. H-1, I make it hot
Still get props for the shit that I did
Got New York niggas calling my phone saying
"Kid, that shit was phat, a bag of chips and all that"
Jews, Jamaicans and dreads still bobbing their heads
It's all about the riches, fuck the fame, cars and bitches
You'll find out with the money you can pull any honey
And son, love and family is the key to the game
Gold chains bearing my name, Rolexes, and fuck the fame
I'm still the punana papa, the bomber punana
When I be driving in Orlando, make 'em feel it in Savanna
Damn the threat, my nigga we can bet
Got more gold on my walls than Mr. T 'round his neck
Still get respect from New York to Cali
Been pimping beats like bitches since niggas was wearing Follies
Streets filled with envy when I come to collect
If you ain't got cash money then I'ma take it from your neck
'Cause I'm the SL Driver, the thug street survivor
The never 9 to 5'er, got more ways than MacGyver, uh

I'm just another brother trying to make some ends
I'm just another brother trying to buy this Benz
I'm just another brother in this hip-hop game
So uh, ain't a damn thing changed
Just another brother trying to make some ends
I'm just another brother trying to buy this Benz
I'm just another brother in this hip-hop game
So uh, ain't a damn thing changed

Ha, I got you fiending like Jodeci, hey baby did you notice
That's these 26 mill, I just so happened to pull up in
Diamonds shining in my Rolex Presidential
Getting nothing but love, million dollar nigga credentials
I'm living lavish, got two houses off in Paris
And some people's places, always in different time spaces
Niggas be changing faces, I ain't fooling around
Trying to dig space, they cast me out from the underground
My sound, body, and mind keeps me awake
Waiting for player haters and foes to make mistakes
Thinking of living better, finding houses in Alpharetta
Thinking I'll escape the blow served out from the ghettos
Magic told me it was calm before the storm
Here comes the sun, now it's rising, rising warm
The gat toter, the money stack folder
Capture my mind, steal my notes, but I'm just another brother

I'm just another brother trying to make some ends
I'm just another brother trying to buy this Benz
I'm just another brother in this hip-hop game
So uh, ain't a damn thing changed
Just another brother trying to make some ends
I'm just another brother trying to buy this Benz
I'm just another brother in this hip-hop game
So uh, ain't a damn thing changed
Just another brother trying to make some ends
I'm just another brother trying to buy this Benz
I'm just another brother in this hip-hop game
So uh, ain't a damn thing changed
Just another brother trying to make some ends
I'm just another brother trying to buy this Benz
I'm just another brother in this hip-hop game
So uh, ain't a damn thing changed