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Let me take y'all way back way back when i was eight years old I was playing in my front yard, front yard i ran through the back door Thats when i say my momma crying i said i asked "whats wrong?" I said i asked my momma "whats wrong?" I said i asked my momma "whats wrong?" She said "baby if you ever listen, this is the perfect time son" My momma told me she had cancer, cancer and momma might die soon My momma told me she might die soon My momma told me she might die soon And when i was 15 standing on that block Thats when a black Monte Carlo pulled up, pulled up And started letting out shots Thats when a bullet went cross my head And then laid there thinking i was dead I told them i ain't got time for this, bit tonight They wanna take my soul Now every night when I have those dreams about a n*gga killin me My ni*gga is you feelin me I swear i do this for the streets You lost somebody that counts so I'm stressin RIP now when i was 16, they sent me off to jail I was mobbin, chillin, coolin, relaxin, sitting back to myself Thats when an officer came and got me Got me, and tool me up those stairs And i just swear i was finna cause hell Man i was thinkin like "man what the hell?" When i walked up in that office That office, and i picked up that phone I heard my grandma voice say "lil baby boy be strong" Thats when i knew something was wrong I gotta feelin my momma was gone Now tell me is you feelin me or do you feel the melody Going da da da da da da, a da da da da daa A da da da da da da daa, a da da da da da da daa I told them i ain't got time for this, not tonight They wanna take my soul Now ever night when i have those dreams about a n*gga killin me My n*gga is you feelin me I swear i do this for the streets You lost somebody that counts so I'm stressin RIP Da da da da da daa, a da da da da daa A da da da da da da daa, a da da da da da da daa
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jerome Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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