[Intro]

This is the story of a family of three

One mother, two sons, and what a tragedy would be

But that's for later discussion

So, as we start our first scene

Keep in mind that everything is not always as it seems

[Verse 1]

A household kept clean, bills always paid

Everyone dressed to impress, people swear they got it made

But what lays under the name brands were two different sons

A gangsta in the eldest and an artist in the young

See, the eldest had a lust for snatchin' all that lays around

Which proves that idle hands will become the Devil's playground

The young, a dream chaser, who desired the finer things

Who worked to fly the world and give his mother diamond rings

Two gifts to the same mother, the difference grew before long

The two would discover that they couldn't get along

They'd fight to blood and tears and as we turn this next page

They part ways, things unfold as they grow older with age

[Hook 1]

A mother of two children, one good, and one not so

One of positivity, the other more hostile

One who's stress free, that has dreams of the better

With A B's for letters, lets see how he ends up

[Verse 2]

The younger of the two, workin' hard for his mother

Tryna' take her mind off of the stresses of his brother

Workin' hard on his grades, gettin' Bs and As

Little man never thought he would see the day

Tears would lay along the face of the woman that had brought him here today

See, try as he might to negate the pains of the woman he adores it would seem to fade

But it didn't ever leave, she'd just put it to the side

So she'd smile, and he would, but knew better inside

She hurts, but it's all his gas

To go for better with a fire on his ass

Bustin' his ass in his room in the casa

Growin' and grindin' to become a monster

School plays singing "Hakuna Matata"

To DJs saying he'll rule every roster

Blood, tears and sweat, for what he wanted to get

And the pains that his brother left is something he won't forget

You see, the lack of a father and brother gave him character

And forced him to work alone, he became his own manager

Now he's grown to be somethin' the world will admire

But the actions of his brother added fuel to his fire

[Hook 2]

A mother of two children, one good, and one not so

One of positivity, the other more hostile

One who's stressful, that has schemes for the cheddar

With haze green, Barrettas, lets see how he ends up

[Verse 3]

The eldest, the gangsta, Mr. Big Shit Poppin'

5 alive, ride or die, bodies get droppin'

Given all that he wanted, but he still desired way more

That lust for material is what he'd soon pay for

You see, as a thug, you feel in the prime of your life, right?

Money, bitches, scaring niggas, that's the time of your life, right?

Invincible to all, with no flaws, commitin' lots of sin

Oblivious to rule, so you're oblivious to consequence

Now, here's where it gets harsh, there's the family that loves him

They see what he's doing, but won't put anyone above him

They ask for him to change his ways, they know what's going to arrive

But to him, it's just talk, messing with his drive

So he goes for a drive, one faithful night, his soldier at his side

Arrived at his destination, set his family's angst aside

Stepped inside, blast the 9' and slide

Hoppin' back inside his ride after an act of homicide

What followed? Flashing lights

His mother and brother, patiently waiting, pacin' the floor

Till their bell rings, just to see an officer's face in the door

The two go pale, and the pain is just too much to see

Upon hearing that their beloved's in police custody

Fast forward the time, the mighty gangsta, you should see his face

Praying and pleading for the day that he would beat his case

Never did any of the cast foresee

What would be said by the judge on that March 14th

The cherry on top of this poor family's list of shit

The gavel bangs, life imprisonment

Mother going emotional, the eldest struck depression

Yet surprisingly, the youngest with the blankest of expressions

Could it be that he's accepted what's befallen his others?

Could it be he's just strong for his dear mother?

Or could it be that he realizes, despite that he ignored him

Now, more than ever, the gangsta will need his little brother

[Outro]

Heh, what a twist, how the mighty falls

The lone OG, now cherishing collect calls

What a twist, in a bittersweet delight

No longer valuing objects, now it's visitation rights

Ain't it nice, he gets to show his family his new place

It's just a shame there's no escape and changing ways is too late

A mother of two children, one good, and one not so

One of positivity, the other more hostile

One who stayed true to bringing brightness to his soul

And the other's wrongdoing leading him to his new home