paroles de chanson Self Cry - Mookie

Say you live by the gun, you gon die by the gun
Live by the gun, you gon die by one
Live by the gun, you gon die by a gun
Live by the gun, you gon die by one

I can't tell you how I feel, rather put it in a song
I can't tell you how I feel, rather put it in a song
I just want the good for them, I don't really mean no harm

Miss my cousin Kk, miss my brother Ab I done seen a lot of shit, I ain't even 18
Mama said it's fuck me, man that shit crazy
Mama said it's fuck me, man that shit

Whole lot of pain, inside my body
Whole lot of pain, inside my body
Whole lot of rain, outside it's cloudy
Whole lot of pain, whole lot of rain
I don't want no fame, I don't want no money either

I want you to feel me, I was posted outside with that heater
I can't stress about that hoe she a eater
Talk bad on my name, even though that I feed them
Bullshit rappers, I can never ever feel them
Ballin' hard, nigga, even though it's off season
I ain't in no competition, nigga, I can't see them
We was kickin' doors in, like that shit FIFA

Yeah, we just tryna make some money
Yeah, we just tryna make some money
Count up these hunnids, they ain't, they ain't keep it a hunnid

I just want some love, I just want some love
I just want some trust, I just want some trust
I don't want no lust, I don't want no lust No, no, no, no, no

Need a ride or die, somebody hold a nigga down
Just like my spine,
Act okay deep down I know I ain't fine, yeah
I know I ain't fine, yeah
I want my brothers to shine, yeah
I want my brothers to shine,
Yeah I'm hoppin' back on this grind, yeah

Switchin' flows like it's socks, cause I can, nigga
Rap like I'm better, cause I am, nigga
Stalkin' my IG, you a fan, nigga
Deep down, you bitch made, and that's a fact, nigga
And that's a fact, and that's a fact
My pockets fat