[Intro ] Yeah — for my boys, J-Gone, Atwood, Zack, Kevin RIP Crayons to corner fights, porchlights to late-night trips First person, chest-out — memory on the mic, let’s ride [Verse 1] Kindergarten kings, skinned knees, chalk lines to street signs, Backpack straps, mixtape maps, cassette hiss and baseline rhymes. Mixtape trunks, cassette hiss, cashless nights, reckless bliss, Park-bench names carved in rain — breath fog on a busted wrist. Stoop whiskey, lighter flick, dashboard gum stuck to dreams, Polaroid creases, cigarette breath, neon promises and schemes. He staggered, swung, teeth grazed my lip — then laugh, then held me tight, Bruised grins, busted pride, dawn hugged us back into the light. [Pre-Chorus ] Half my brothers gone, half ghosted off the guest list, But the beat drops and the city hums the chorus of our best shit. I fold apologies like letters, keep the rope, keep the tune, Music stitches seams of us — under porch moons and car saloons. [Chorus ] Brotherhood nights — we ride (call: we ride!) J-Gone, Atwood — Zack, Kev — we ride (crowd: we ride!) Brotherhood nights — we ride (call: we ride!) J-Gone, Atwood — Zack, Kev — we ride (crowd: we ride!) [Verse 2] Remember stoop spill, Atwood joked, I coughed on crooked laughs, J-Gone pushed a shadow, swung, then pulled me close — paper-thin halfs. Zack hummed a hook that stuck like gum—chorus on repeat, We passed the mic like a flashlight, alleyways to tenement beats. Kevin left a lighter in my dash, one click, flame slow and small, His laugh in looped voicemail, last verse etched on my wall. [Double-time] Fast lane flows, broken vows, backyard brawls, broken vows — I spit it quick, Names in the skyline, ink-run lines, punchline hits, heartstick flicks. We owe amends, we owe the nights repair, I pick up calls, fold my pride, Dial the ghosts, stitch the frames — keep the cadence, keep the ride. [Bridge ] Sober mornings count the fines of youth — apologies in jars, I write lines, swallow pride, drive past all our faded bars. We drifted like paper planes from summer to winter rooms, But the tape of our nights still hums — that melody resumes. [Chorus ] Brotherhood nights — we ride (call: we ride!) J-Gone, Atwood — Zack, Kev — we ride (crowd: we ride!) Brotherhood nights — we ride (call: we ride!) J-Gone, Atwood — Zack, Kev — we ride (crowd: we ride!) [Outro — Chant] Mend the bridges, stitch my hem, I’ll show up with open hands, If MTV missed our chaos, we still got tracks that brand our land. Brotherhood nights — one last shout, names in the echo light: J-Gone! Atwood! Zack! Kevin — RIP! (call: we ride!) J-Gone! Atwood! Zack! Kevin — RIP! (crowd: we ride!)