KOBE IN 2009 (OUTRO)

English translation

You can tell every day I wake up when I'm smiling

That I'm so full of your love, to deny it

And if I be sure, I'm a prisoner at war

And I'll be sure, I'm a prisoner of yours

Your love, baby, baby

Your love, baby, baby

I'm tryna win

Kobe in 2009, I be scared to pass the ball

My family full of alcoholics, they ready for alcohol

I got it on me now and yeah, I'm ready to back you off

Your mama be sleeping good at night, she must ain't never got that call

On the other end of the phone saying her baby ain't okay

They done caught that nigga slipping, he had a baby on the way

What the fuck I look like leaving up out my house without my gun?

Let my mama ever feel like a nigga popped one of her sons, niggas tripping

When one of her sons already died by the gun, but it was different

A suicide, wishing that it was you alive

Telling the police, "Kiss my ass," making them niggas do they job

Don't even gotta do a lot, fuck with me, it's do or die

A lot of these niggas live a lie, I was just out here getting by

Y'all don't even like to smoke no weed, y'all niggas out here getting high

Y'all don't even like to take care of y'all kids, y'all niggas just give 'em out

I be out here by myself, why let y'all niggas 'round?

None of you niggas 'round me, nigga

You niggas ain't the same, nigga, we ain't nothing alike, nigga, this Baby, nigga

You know? When you even think of Kirk

Nigga, when you even speak of Kirk, nigga

Know what you speaking on, nigga

This shit different

Ready to tie the knot just because you get a ring

Looked her in the eyes and told her she fucking with a king

Don't be thinking this shit sweet because you love a nigga smile

Even on them days you weak, you gotta hold all this shit down

It's responsibility to fuck with a man that's built like me

Like the segregated days, I don't let these niggas sit by me

Like Remember the Titans, I don't let these niggas play with me

Like you got a key to my house, you know this pistol stay with me

I can't even sleep without my fye

Like it make you lose my appetite, I can't eat without my fye

I don't do them type of drugs, y'all niggas can't think when y'all that high

So I don't do them type of drugs and they don't be wanting you to grow

So I don't do them type of plugs

And I ain't taking off my shoes if you don't keep your carpet clean

I'd rather stand outside the door 'cause I don't do them type of rugs

And I got integrity, she be tryna get here next to me

When she know she fucking with my dawg, bitch, I don't do them type of hugs

Kobe in 2009, I be scared to pass the ball

My family full of alcoholics, they ready for alcohol

I got it on me now and yeah, I'm ready to back you off

Your mama be sleeping good at night, she must ain't never got that call

On the other end of the phone saying her baby ain't okay

They done caught that nigga slipping, he had a baby on the way

What the fuck I look like leaving up out my house without my gun?

Let my mama ever feel like a nigga popped one of her sons, niggas tripping