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Paroles de la chanson Nuttin New par Berna

(CHEK Beatz)
Nigga's really
Know my nigga's really
Know we run the city
I need a fucking milli'

Uh, look
Rapping back in school never thought it made me cool
Mum said "focus on your book" because she didn't raise a fool
I'm a product of my ends, what was I supposed to do?
All my nigga's really scamming, bussin' gun and selling food
And that's all we ever knew

The kicks were never new
Got so tired of being broke so I had to make a move
Started grinding with my nigga's, bit off more than I can chew
Now I got nigga's tryna' lick me cos we licked him and his crew
And now I'm paro on the roads, nigga's wanna turn me ghost
If it's sticky, back my flicky, I won't let 'em take my soul
Know the pain of losing bro's 'cause I really lost a bro
When I sleep I grip the sheets, see him walkin' down that road
And he never made it home
Mummy called her son, he wasn't picking up the phone

Somethin' wasn't right and she can feel it in her dome
Ever since that day I'm screaming R.I.P Chrome
Free all of my woes

Heart turned sicker, can't trust no nigga
Bro with the dipper, make man turn sprinter
They push their friends, let's see who can run quicker
Somethin' get's dropped, they grieve and pour liquor
Society will never understand why we do this
Life chose us, we didn't choose it
Yesterday I hit the stu' and made some brand new music
More than rap, we really do this

I love me

And it's "fuck you" if it's fuck me
Broke days, no cake, pockets empty
Now we're whipping somethin' foreign on the front-street
Yeah
Like, what are you really gonna do when we come through?
Blow smoke, so high I can touch the moon
Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin new

Fiending for these racks, on my life I'll never rat
If you snitch you get a stitch, see that boy we circle back
Free my brothers in the can, I can't wait until they land
Tryna' lock up all my people, it's a struggle being black

It's a struggle being brass, tough times never last
Only tough people do, that's why I'm rapping on this track
Seem like everybody bad, I don't listen to the gas
Because everybody's on until something turn pack
Until something turn spliff
Grab the rizla with some chip
Got this shawty say she love me, I ain't really into fibs
I just gave her all my kids, never give a hoe my kids, all these nigga's really kids, I've been grinding since a kid
I ain't broke, I ain't rich, I just get it how I live
Broski's in the trap, watch him bruk it into bits
CC, we seeing fig's

YP, P and 6
J Weezy that's my jeezy, for that boy you hold a clip

Heart turned sicker, can't trust no nigga
Bro with the dipper, make man turn sprinter
They push their friends, let's see who can run quicker
Somethin' get's dropped, they grieve and pour liquor
Society will never understand why we do this
Life chose us, we didn't choose it
Yesterday I hit the stu' and made some brand new music
More than rap, we really do this

I love me
And it's "fuck you" if it's fuck me

Broke days, no cake, pockets empty
Now we're whipping somethin' foreign on the front-street
Yeah
Like, what are you really gonna do when we come through?
Blow smoke, so high I can touch the moon
Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin new
I love me
And it's "fuck you" if it's fuck me
Broke days, no cake, pockets empty
Now we're whipping somethin' foreign on the front-street
Yeah
Like, what are you really gonna do when we come through?
Blow smoke, so high I can touch the moon
Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin new

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