[Intro] Mama said "Don’t let that block be your only book" We ain’t listen We just learned how the corners look (yeah) [Verse 1] We was three deep Same plate, same cheap shoes CB kept the blade in his school bag Blake learned to bend every small rule KBX had tests in his backpack And tax codes scribbled in his math pad We was outside, dice on the cracked slab Dreams in a tall can, split like a bad tab Sirens for a lullaby Helicopters tracing our last route Judge talking numbers like a stock tip Gavel hit once, whole fam tuned out CB took the first bid, gang case, phone tapped Blake got the second off a bad pack KBX stayed quiet, learned how the votes stack Said, "If they write laws, I can write back" [Chorus] Three brothers, three roads, same blood in the veins From the bunk to the ballot, from the cold to the change We was locked, now we lobby, turn that pain into pay If the system is a maze, we gon’ charge for the way (yeah) Three brothers, three roads, same name on the mail Turn a cell to a story that we auction for scale From the tier to the table, from the grams to the game Put respect on the pain, now they cutting our checks with our name [Verse 2] CB came home with the yard on him Tattoos talking like a rap sheet Eyes still measuring the exit Eating in the kitchen but his mind in C-3 Blake beat trial on a slick flaw Came back suited like a mistrial Turned his plug into a donor Same hustle, just a switch file KBX in a small office Reading zoning lines like a playbook Redistrict the block where we bled on Make the same street raise our pay up Photo ops, but he keep it blunt "Shake that hand, watch that thumb" If the mayor want a handshake Then the block want a cut from the fund (pay us) [Chorus] Three brothers, three roads, same blood in the veins From the bunk to the ballot, from the cold to the change We was locked, now we lobby, turn that pain into pay If the system is a maze, we gon’ charge for the way (yeah) Three brothers, three roads, same name on the mail Turn a cell to a story that we auction for scale From the tier to the table, from the grams to the game Put respect on the pain, now they cutting our checks with our name [Bridge] Who gon’ speak for the boys in the chain bus? When the chains rust, who gon’ change us? CB said, "I’ma own that reentry" Blake said, "I’ma flip that interest" KBX said, "Write our scars in the senate" Whole hood in the gallery, let ’em witness From a bunk bed sermon in the blackout To a backroom deal with the map out (yeah) [Chorus] Three brothers, three roads, same blood in the veins From the bunk to the ballot, from the cold to the change We was locked, now we lobby, turn that pain into pay If the system is a maze, we gon’ charge for the way (charge for the way) Three brothers, three roads, turned time into gold From the streets to the seats where the votes get sold If they write us off, we just write us a bill From the tier to the till, now the struggle got a seal (uh)
