My dreams could win Oscars, my nikkas turned mobsters My white friends doctors,fatherless child-Cole

[Millions]

Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted
Yo' tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he's with it
My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell
I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell
Headed for coffin or jail
To never try is the ultimate fail
But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves
Deep, I guess I love a lot
Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's
Reminisce as we was kids screaming "fukk a cop"
Guess he took it serious, for me that shyt was just for props Arms too skinny to hug the block

How can any real nikka not feel Coles verse on this remix bro dead ass got pac substance with Nas lyrics