paroles de chanson The Calm - Bub Rock
My
baby
boy
getting
older
The
world
getting
colder
They
killing
niggas
for
being
niggas
But
I
ain′t
raising
one
Single
mother
raising
her
son
Where
they
raising
guns
Learned
how
to
use
a
razor
blade
young
Scraping
the
plate
to
raise
funds
Kick
cash
Streets
parallel
to
this
rap
shit
Shoot
shit
with
niggas
who
shoot
shit
Is
we
still
talking
bout
practice
I
shot
who
shot
ya
where
niggas
shot
my
cousin
Relapsing
these
tens
got
me
buggin
Convos
with
my
younger
self
saying
fuck
it
Like
my
younger
self
saying
fuck
it
What
we
talking
bout
Look
I
know
what
i'm
up
against
Heavy
is
the
head
that
wear
the
crown
Was
all
the
way
down
Matter
of
time
before
i
was
up
again
I
like
to
peacock
Used
to
do
the
rugby
wit
the
g-shock
Gas
bitches
to
cut
school
and
come
to
d-block
R.I.P.
miss
rita
and
fif
Warren
and
nick
Miss
jackie
on
the
jeff
She
hated
cardi
b
because
of
me
Fact
or
fiction
Misunderstandings
due
to
the
distance
Niggas
swear
i
be
dissing
them
Even
as
friends
wouldn′t
listen
Numb
to
the
world
Let
them
tell
it
i'm
in
my
feelings
Well
since
u
know
it
all
Tell
me
how
you
feel
i
should
fell
then
Aite
fuck
it
that's
how
you
feel
then
I′m
not
a
fill
in
I
just
know
this
lane
got
a
ceiling
Kept
my
lips
sealed
Until
my
shit
on
sale
They
feel
me
when
i
pop
out
Like
finger
tips
on
braille
Rock
the
golds
like
chip
on
yale
Ya
chip
and
dale
delivering
zinfandel
We
not
the
same
Small
balling
Niggas
hate
that
i′m
younger
n
shot
calling
I
get
irritated
and
stop
calling
I
don't
got
beef
with
nobody
But
myself
from
the
passed
years
I′m
going
somewhere
and
the
bag
there
This
new
shit
was
the
cab
fair
This
was
playing
the
whole
time
In
the
cab
ride
Rock
Fuck
outta
here
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