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Guerilla Maab - Nothin Left 2 Live 4 lyrics
[Trae] Reminiscing bout everything, that hurt me inside Gotta let my pride go the day, you left it felt like I died I wonder will it ever get better, through the stormy weather Try to get you to keep your head up, sending pictures and letters I'm shedding tears, cause I'm happy that you still living But when I look at mama stressing, I know that something's missing I hate you living in prison, with no free time for the ride So we gon keep it on track, and hit full speed for the drive You know your baby brother Trae, is going worldwide Behind the walls you a legend, and I'ma keep your pride Looking at your daughter, I can see that she is just like you And when her mama died, the only one she wanted was you I know its hard to try to maintain, when you all alone Then again you not alone, I'ma make it when you coming home Reunited, and I'ma die before I let you go Forever one, and always thinking of my bigger bro, you know I love ya [Chorus: Trae & (Z-Ro) - 2x] I've been thinking bout my big bro And I swear on my life, that we never gon let go (I've been thinking bout my kin folk Missing my T. Jones, thinking there ain't nothing left to live fo') [Dougie D] Everyone is having complications, but lately I've been Thinking about my kin folk, and all my niggas in they new locations These cemeteries and penitentiaries, got mo' from the hood Don't wanna be next, but if its my time then let me go all good My nigga Ro done lost his T. Jones, at a tender age You can only imagine the agony, and stress and the pain In the mean while, my mama live a life of cancer and I know it I been trying to chill on the weed, but she love it so fuck it I blow it I'm sipping on drank and puffing Shedemiller, high life and puff it Trying to act like it ain't nothing, but fuck it I can't even try to bluff it But it hurts inside, but I'm knowing what they going time take your final ride My mama, my nigga, my partna never be another I'ma hold it down upon my rap, grind try to make it better Don't wanna lose my cool, gotta maintain and try to keep my focus Until then here go a dime bag and a twelve pack, get ya roll on and start smoking [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Death ain't around the corner no mo', he up in my face Its only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place I've been winning for a minute, but it ain't gon last forever Running outta time, me and my enemies might blast each other Niggas around me dropping like flies, murderers bumping niggas out Don't think that it ain't likewise, and try that running up in my house I'm a mad dude, no intentions on being rude Pardon my mood, but a nigga getting sued Got me feeling like Z-Ro Bin Loden, cause everybody out to get me God bless the dead, my nigga was only twenty Its a hard life, especially when you're alone Missing the Misses, ain't nobody gon miss me when I'm gone Showing T. Jones, my true love done left a nigga hanging Leaving nothing else to do, but hustle had a nigga slanging Caine or anything, I gotta grind to maintain Missing my mama, missing my partnas cheifing on Mary Jane [Chorus - 4x] |
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