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Pobre Chico
54
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pobre Chico was released on January 7, 2025 by Nizzle Man as a part of the album Pobre Chico - Single
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Release DateJanuary 7, 2025
LabelNizzle Man
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nizzle Man
Nizzle Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Lyrics
Nathaniel D Handy
Nathaniel D Handy
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nephxw (Satorii)
Nephxw (Satorii)
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah!
Yeah!
2-4-1, Staten America
Yapp!
Yapp, city ****!
Let's go!
Poor boy, grew up with rich plans
Heart body soul different
Mommy, daddy, bro, missing
And I know they went to heaven
Cause hell's what we live in
Only thing I pray for is to have time
To pray for figiveness
I leave the Hatin' to the bitches
Only bitches play positions
I'm from Port Rugger, Richmond, 241
Free the guys out the system, couple duck **** switchin'
We was just tryna make enough to buy us some number one kitchen
Man, listen
Look, look, look
Yeah
Man, hold up
Look, I wish Shells saw the vision
I wish would've listened
In life, you take a life, you gettin' life as the sentence
Tell them coppers mind their business
Tell them coppers mind their business
How the fuck they give me a felony
Carrying out my second amendment
Starks get em
Nizzle stunting with bosses
Angels coming with horses
Yellow tape that means cautious
Don't get drunk of this liquid flow
Because you just might become nauseous
Projects, since a youngin'
I was making those side bets
Mama drinking in the process
Now her soul is like God bless
Because back then we ran the street
They try to never lay me down to sleep
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Then the shit goes south
Then you headed up north
Cause you got caught with some pounds
And you got caught with some rounds
My cup, it runnin' over like a runnin' back
I'll run you over
You know you die when the light is closer
Paradise is when the pain is over
Same kid that moved yola
Inside brand new baby strollers
Carry heat like Eric's Foelstra
Grave was covered in baking soda
I wish Shells saw the vision
I wish would've listened
And life, you take a life
You gettin' life as a sentence
Tell them coppers mind their business
Tell them coppers mind their business
How the fuck you give me a felony
Carrying out my second amendment
Starks, get em
Written by: Dennis Coles, Nathaniel D Handy
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