[Intro ] Yeah — for my boys, J-Gone, Ateood, Zack, and Kevin RIP From crayons to corner fights, from backyard slides to late-night trips This is first person, chest-out, nostalgia on the mic — let's ride [Verse 1] Kindergarten kings with skinned knees, trading crayons for street keys, Spilled a beer on my white Vans, laughed it off under porchlight pleas. Hudson & Ninth, porchlight argue at 2AM, mama's words in the rearview, I taped a busted lip with a friend’s hem, we swore the world couldn’t steer true. Park-bench names, car-keys clang, late-night slang, we ran the block raw, Passed mixtapes from a trunk, cassette hiss, then dreamt bigger than our small-law. Best mate got wasted, swung wild, bit pride then pulled me close — we shook, Bruised grins, busted knuckles, after the storm we sat quiet and wrote the book. [Pre-Chorus ] Half my brothers gone, half ghost me from the guest list (yeah), But when the beat drops, I still hear the pulse, the pulse of where we lived. I’m fixing my edges, folding apologies like letters in my pocket, Music’s the rope, pulls me back from the gutters where the memories lock it. [Chorus ] Brotherhood nights — sandlots to barstools, we ride (we ride) Raised fists, busted grins, kept the code when we cried (when we cried) J-Gone, Ateood, Zack — Kevin RIP in my light — we ride (we ride) (Ad-libs: we ride — yeah, we ride — till the lights) [Verse 2] Remember spilled whiskey on that stoop, Ateood cracked a joke, I choked, J-Gone swung at the silhouette, then pulled me close — we laughed while we broke. Zack hummed a hook that stuck like gum on a dashboard, chorus clear and raw, We carved our names on that park bench — initials caked in rain and saw. Kevin — this one’s for you, you left a lighter, a laugh, a last chorus on my dash, Kevin RIP — I replay your verse in slow-mo, light flicker, heartbeat clash. You taught me how to forgive quick, taught me how to swear less, love more, stay true, So I spit these bars like incense, smoke rising, prayers looped back to you. [Bridge ] Sober mornings show the fines of youth, apologies like coins in a jar, I write lines, phone lines, pick up, swallow pride — patch the scars. We drifted like paper planes, summer-to-winter, fast lanes to separate rooms, But the tape of our nights still hums — a melody that lifts me when it blooms. [Chorus ] Brotherhood nights — sandlots to barstools, we ride (call: we ride) Raised fists, busted grins, kept the code when we cried (reply: we ride) J-Gone, Ateood, Zack — Kevin RIP in my light — we ride (we ride) (Ad-libs: yeah — till the sun — till we die) [Outro ] Mend the bridges, patch the hem, I’ll show up with open hands and pen, If MTV missed our chaos, we still got tracks that keep us friends again. Brotherhood nights — I bleed, I sing, I stitch the past into a fight-song bright, For J-Gone, Ateood, Zack, and Kevin RIP — forever in the echo of my mic. [Performance Notes — for recording] Tempo: midtempo, 88 BPM. Vocal: raw grain, close-mic, mid-