Songtexte Coroner - TRAVV TIGO

Man I swear it's crazy how fast you die up in these streets
I swear a nigga lucky if he seeing 23
Can't be caught lacking so he always packing heat
One wrong move, and now they saying R.I.P
Nigga yeah I swear I miss them younger days
Just chilling with my cousin now he locked up in a cage
Man I swear to god it seem like everybody dying
A little girl got killed, and she was only 9

Everybody dying you better watch out for that corner
Bullets flying choppas firing Momma's crying at the Coroner's
This what come with this skin I swear every day is torture
Keep my feelings to myself starting to turn into a hoarder
Everybody dying you better watch out for that corner
Bullets flying choppas firing Momma's crying at the Coroner's
This what come with this skin I swear every day is torture
Keep my feelings to myself starting to turn into a hoarder

Yeah, them niggas make it where there ain't that many options
And niggas gotta eat so we gotta start plotting
Yeah, niggas gotta make a plan and map it out
I gotta make a way, yeah I gotta make it out
Everything cool, till them bodies start dropping
Blood get shed and them guns start popping
Been through some shit but a nigga never speak on it
Talking on the gang yeah yo block they gone creep on it

Everybody dying you better watch out for that corner
Bullets flying choppas firing Momma's crying at the Coroner's
This what come with this skin I swear every day is torture
Keep my feelings to myself starting to turn into a hoarder
Everybody dying you better watch out for that corner
Bullets flying choppas firing Momma's crying at the Coroner's
This what come with this skin I swear every day is torture
Keep my feelings to myself starting to turn into a hoarder

Yeah when you left, I swear that it was hard for me
What happened on that night yeah it really got to scarring me
Already has some losses but that really hurt the worst
Was already hurting nigga started feeling cursed
Was tired of coming last a nigga tryna' come in first
And shoutout to my grandma she was tryna' make it work
Man I swear that I love all my angels in the sky
No more nights hurting, down bad asking why
I went and turned that pain up into battle cry
It's time to get this money, I'm not tryna miss my chance to go
Ain't too many niggas that'll really get that chance to blow
Racks up in my pocket and this money on my schedule
Now I ain't gotta sit and try to fight these demons
I can go and drop a bag and fuck a sack up at Neiman's
Man sometimes, a nigga really couldn't believe it
Pray that the ones that I love is here to see it

Everybody dying you better watch out for that corner
Bullets flying choppas firing Momma's crying at the Coroner's
This what come with this skin I swear every day is torture
Keep my feelings to myself starting to turn into a hoarder
Everybody dying you better watch out for that corner
Bullets flying choppas firing Momma's crying at the Coroner's
This what come with this skin I swear every day is torture
Keep my feelings to myself starting to turn into a hoarder