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Description
Vocals: Alley Boy
Vocals: Slim Dunkin
Vocals: Trouble
Lyrics and translation
Original
Woke up this morning, it could be my last day
My girl cooked breakfast, could it be my last tray
Grandma died on the toilet, got me scared to shhh
Shrink sound crazy, cause I ain't scared of shit
Loco gone, grandma gone
Do some music, nigga, fuck your song
Ain't talkin' money, don't call my phone
Just me and momma, left us all alone
I don't need no man, I can hold my own
Just me and my chrome
RIP who? I'll be damned if you leave me out this bitch alone
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
Every nigga I shot, every nigga I hit
For every door I kick
Every nigga that's in my clique
Don't stop 'til we all be rich
All my soldiers gon' stay solid
A lot of young niggas who 'bout it, 'bout it
RIP to the fake ass niggas who got this game crowded
I done beat the murder charges before, so I can feel Boosie
All the confusion when you see your partner in they trial losing
Ain't nothing but some real shit in
My heart, that's why I spit from it
Never know when my time come, ain't no sense in runnin' from me
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
Three niggas, three guns
Just me with no gun
Caught slipping, goddamn, not me
Lord please, no RIP
My face on a white tee, that's unlikely
Little brother dead, uncle pop in the feds
So I bick it back, people get bread
Lord, could you pray for my enemies
And the ones all filled with jealousy
That hate on me and doubt me
Always had a cold heart, no sympathy
Real nigga, no industry
Real nigga raised in these streets
Me, Slim D, and Alley B
My eyes stay red like I got allergies
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
They keep telling me congratulations
I tell them, 'preciate it, but no thanks
Tell me that when you see me in all white, and a nigga facing
The bottom of the stairs of a yacht, now remember this plot
Rest in peace AJ on the side on everything I got
And everything I ever own
Rest in peace to who, me?
Nah, never, but when I do, then it won't be better
For the nigga or for his family, cause they coming with me
It's Trouble, Trouble, babe, Trouble, Trouble's a native
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
English translation
Woke up this morning, it could be my last day
My girl cooked breakfast, could it be my last tray
Grandma died on the toilet, got me scared to shhh
Shrink sound crazy, cause I ain't scared of shit
Loco gone, grandma gone
Do some music, nigga, fuck your song
Ain't talkin' money, don't call my phone
Just me and momma, left us all alone
I don't need no man, I can hold my own
Just me and my chrome
RIP who? I'll be damned if you leave me out this bitch alone
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
Every nigga I shot, every nigga I hit
For every door I kick
Every nigga that's in my clique
Don't stop 'til we all be rich
All my soldiers gon' stay solid
A lot of young niggas who 'bout it, 'bout it
RIP to the fake ass niggas who got this game crowded
I done beat the murder charges before, so I can feel Boosie
All the confusion when you see your partner in they trial losing
Ain't nothing but some real shit in
My heart, that's why I spit from it
Never know when my time come, ain't no sense in runnin' from me
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
Three niggas, three guns
Just me with no gun
Caught slipping, goddamn, not me
Lord please, no RIP
My face on a white tee, that's unlikely
Little brother dead, uncle pop in the feds
So I bick it back, people get bread
Lord, could you pray for my enemies
And the ones all filled with jealousy
That hate on me and doubt me
Always had a cold heart, no sympathy
Real nigga, no industry
Real nigga raised in these streets
Me, Slim D, and Alley B
My eyes stay red like I got allergies
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
They keep telling me congratulations
I tell them, 'preciate it, but no thanks
Tell me that when you see me in all white, and a nigga facing
The bottom of the stairs of a yacht, now remember this plot
Rest in peace AJ on the side on everything I got
And everything I ever own
Rest in peace to who, me?
Nah, never, but when I do, then it won't be better
For the nigga or for his family, cause they coming with me
It's Trouble, Trouble, babe, Trouble, Trouble's a native
Some my niggas broke, and some my niggas dead
Some turned big snitch, and some of them in the feds
Everybody's strapped, and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying, and ain't nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets