Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Babies Don't Mourn, artist - Boosie Badazz.
Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Babies Don't Mourn |
Money Beats, Money Beats |
Money Beats forever, you heard me |
Boss Lien in here |
As I look in the mirror I see the picture getting clearer |
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I feel the reaper getting nearer |
I feel the pain in my stomach and my chest |
Inhale, exhale, cause every breath is like the last on left |
Fuck that and peace, ball out till I’m deceased |
I’m bout to teach the police they can’t outsmoke me surely |
I hate the law them crooked cops know me |
Camp cross in the Benz looking for my goatee |
I know they wish they could see me covered in a white sheet |
Like me, but I like they’d even be the likes of me |
Now picture me the truest thug in the world |
Went to jail, all the homies stepped up with some girl |
For I leave oh it’s real, all them bodies disappear |
I ain’t talked to my mom in the past ten years |
Big mama in the grave but I’m all out of tears |
So I kissed on her head told her I ain’t have her here |
Rest in peace |
Black babies don’t mourn |
Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born |
It’s death before dishonor |
Put a needle in my arm |
Cause life goes on |
Ain’t no heaven for the scorned (hey don) |
Black babies don’t mourn |
Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born |
It’s death before dishonor |
Put a needle in my arm |
Cause life goes on |
Ain’t no heaven for the scorned |
You either love me or you don’t love me I ain’t tripping |
If you cross me, you can trust me on this one |
If you’re slipping I ain’t missing, precision |
My mission is to the homicide division |
The sunning is the speed, feel the need to proceed |
See my enemies kneel as I know they’d bury me |
You murder me, you murder free |
Locked up and still free but mentally |
I had to be they put the judges after me |
Laugh at me but proudly them boys tough as ever 'day |
Faithless through the jail becomes squeeze and annihilate |
You like your mama now, splitting in the jugular girl |
And when I sow girl I control the whole world |
I propose to a girl you know we all make mistakes |
The name and the fame and the money they can take |
See the money that I make it changed who I be |
It ain’t changed when you see the black Range in the three, Cali-o |
Black babies don’t mourn |
Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born |
It’s death before dishonor |
Put a needle in my arm |
Cause life goes on |
Ain’t no heaven for the scorned (hey don) |
Black babies don’t mourn |
Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born |
It’s death before dishonor |
Put a needle in my arm |
Cause life goes on |
Ain’t no heaven for the scorned |
When I’m dead, get high boy |
Rewind these niggas took you high |
No lie I visualize my spirit my prejudice to murder city |
It’s impressive how the DA can bear with me, shit |
I got some scary boys getting at me |
Busting at me, I guess the whole world trigger happy |
Man, I’m on the block with a vest on |
Teflon, the fifteen bricks a head wrong |
Forget the restaurants, this Cali-o section |
The beef needs board, cutting boards getting next to him |
When I’m in my hood and it’s really doing wrong |
I pray to God that day they don’t smoke us I focus |
Cause in the canvas ain’t the end till you end this |
When the running you forget to pretend |
Always said they forgive you then they left me all alone |
Boy life goes on, one day we going home |
My question to America is is it a death wish, death wishes death for me? |
Hehe! |
My only problem that I love me but I don’t like myself, you heard? |
Follow, walk in my shoes, feel me homie. |
They had it written, so clear in mind. |
I must be betrayed, it’s my destiny in this fake world, you heard me? |
My cry is a laugh, my broken heart is a smile. |
My pain is hidden in a place |
only I can see that was all love. |
You can’t break but break with a rock, |
you feel me? |
I know ya’ll don’t understand that thing. |
One day you will, |
you heard me? |
My only other option is death and I refuse to be murdered and I |
can’t see the reason, you feel me? |
Holla at me. |
This for Ice T man, |
cook boy Corey Mac. |
Cali-o forever, what’s up Mac don? |
All the black babies, |
don’t mourn. |
We was born strong. |
Holla at me. |
Boss Lien in here, Murder man, |
True Records, Boss Lien Records forever. |
True rhythm Money Beats Forever, |
until they bury me, you heard me? |
I’ll never let them worry me, worry me, |
worry me… |