No Sad Stories

Carry him lift him away Back rambos and dig a grave I wasn't in no hatchback swaying lanes I was on a push bike clicking gears Done the same thing for different years H, your my killy i miss you bare Close my eyes, see him in the visit hall sitting there But this ain't no sad stories, let me wipe my tears Didn't like these years Had to learn to love these years My uncle told me right my wrongs Real life, bro i bit my tongue And really got my ridge back on Really shoulda told him i already know what i'm doing I went away young i left my family all in ruins Wasn't even thinking about the way that i was moving Didn't think jail was an option, till i hit induction First soc' got it poppin And yeah we argue often but you had me so i'm locked in I still think about the pops ting and how i need to pop him Cell like a grave i feel boxed in No sad stories let my tears run dry Mum taught me if it's spilt milk then we dont cry My sentence was a letter, i got buried alive I'll be there when it's time Cause i was there in the nine Tearing the spine And eighty was with me He was there all the time He was there all the time He needs armbands blud i think he's drowning My youngboy don't live on gravedigger mountain He was woofin on the net until the killers found him Was a fountain, bro i pushed my mum's knife in and out him Can tell you stories give you goosebumps I used the label money to buy two guns I'm just tryna move right Taje told me move on But it's like, to live righteous we had to do wrong Ever stared down at your new one? Thinking this just might be a keeper like buffon Now badinas wanna fuck me to my new songs They say its money or bitches nigga chose one But who told you that you can't have both? Hope they don't bird t cause he's my last hope Nas died two weeks after we last spoke They got bro in the dispersal, free my nigga castro No sad stories i just write my life I know mummy prays that i make it back at night I close my eyes and i think back to the happy times Cause i got no tears left i just battle cry