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Memories Nipsey Lyrics - Artist : NLE Choppa
Vicasso on another one
Seth got the waves I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga I cry when it's night time, I hold it all inside But I know one day, it's gon' show Will we die when they slide? Will they die when we slide? Which side funeral, I don't know I'm runnin' through red lights, I'm runnin' through stop signs But we all still got a day to go Remember when Fred died and I'm missing C-Lo I'm seein' innocent fading souls Project memories H-O-O-D memories These old rules came with no questions Wrong to live by 'em but it's no exceptions Was young and reckless with loaded weapons The code of ethics- We get rich and we just stayin' in the trenches Mission failed when your plan is unfinished Mission failed when your plan don't work Then you start to feel like prayin' don't work and You help out your community and helped your niggas smile And devils walk up on you and put guns in your mouth Too much pride to leave the hood You couldn't imagine walkin' out I always be that same nigga you couldn't imagine walkin' down "So talk a little bit about yourself man, what brings you up here up and coming and you know, how come you're not blingin' and having all kind of crazy diamonds and all that? I guess you here to get your money right now?" "All the time I mean, you know all that is cool, but a image and all that [?] my business, you feel me? I'd rather invest in some real estate, you know what I'm sayin'? So-" "Wait, can you repeat that again, man?" Don't cry for me no more, just listen to this song Don't cry for me no more, I'm in heaven where I belong I no longer have to suffer and watch niggas kill they brothers Get one with two years of jail time and tell on each other And it's not a dream I spread my wings and fly away Them niggas probably changed, I wouldn't act surprised This gon' be the same day that gangsta's cry You know what, keep your flowers, I don't want it Niggas ain't killin' opps no more, they killin' homies The reaper called, someone tellin' you to answer He not a killer, he wanted fame off the channels Poppin' Percocets like we addicted to the itch And play like we ain't saw shit like we on the side of grits Said we'd be dead or in jail, I see that ain't nobody listen They said that 90 percent of black man was in the inside of prisons I cry when it's night time, I hold it all inside But I know one day, it's gon' show Will we die when they slide? Will they die when we slide? Which side funeral, I don't know I'm runnin' through red lights, I'm runnin' through stop signs But we all still got a day to go Remember when Fred died and I'm missing C-Lo I'm seein' innocent fading souls Project memories H-O-O-D memories |
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