Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Promising, artist - Booka600. Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Promising |
| They say the life that we live ain’t promised |
| But I been headin' down this road from a youngin |
| I used to feel those hunger pains in my stomach |
| They never thought I would make it, now I got it |
| In my hood I am a star, could’ve went and bought a watch |
| But instead I bought a belt down and sit right on my block |
| And they say that life we livin' ain’t promising tomorrow |
| It ain’t promising tomorrow |
| We gon' let 'em make assumptions |
| We gon' live to see tomorrow |
| And them doughboys make them dumps |
| Gotta watch out for the cops |
| And them shooters load that pump |
| Gotta hit 'em from afar |
| Gotta watch the bitches you fuck |
| They’ll burn you through that condom |
| Gotta watch the niggas you trust |
| They’ll send bullets through your body |
| And it’s 'posed to be just us |
| But these niggas move too funny |
| We ain’t hangin' 'round no junkies |
| We ain’t hangin' 'round no dummies |
| On tour, we fuckin' snow bunnies |
| If Von fuckin', need her buddy |
| Then we switchin', ain’t no cuddlin' |
| It’s late, I need my cut in |
| You finesse me, you ain’t my brother |
| Then them bullets get to touch you |
| No nigga, this ain’t no T’ussin |
| This drink, you gotta love it |
| In the streets, I’m so above it |
| Gotta watch over all my brothers, yeah yeah |
| They say the life that we live ain’t promised |
| But I been headin' down this road from a youngin |
| I used to feel those hunger pains in my stomach |
| They never thought I would make it, now I got it |
| In my hood I am a star, could’ve went and bought a watch |
| But instead I bought a belt down and sit right on my block |
| And they say that life we livin' ain’t promising tomorrow |
| It ain’t promising tomorrow |
| Gotta choose what make you better |
| I love my bitch, I be so careful |
| If I ever was to fall, Durk send that ladder |
| Man, I promise I miss my dawg, right now I’ma let him |
| And I remember we used to crawl, but now we steppers |
| Fast cars with the silver pedal |
| That bitch she get sentimental |
| Can’t put drugs in my system |
| Just make me lose my mentals |
| At shows, I don’t need credentials |
| I’m an artist, I got potential |
| And I ride with all these sinners |
| Pray the Lord, He just forgive us, yeah, yeah |
| Pray the Lord, He just forgive us, yeah, yeah |
| Pray the Lord, He just forgive us, yeah, yeah |
| Send his bullet right through his tissue, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Put the nigga right out his misery, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| They say the life that we live ain’t promised |
| But I been headin' down this road from a youngin |
| I used to feel those hunger pains in my stomach |
| They never thought I would make it, now I got it |
| In my hood I am a star, could’ve went and bought a watch |
| But instead I bought a belt down and sit right on my block |
| And they say that life we livin' ain’t promising tomorrow |
| It ain’t promising tomorrow |
| DJ, yeah, let’s go, let’s go |