Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Im Gone, artist - Şevin. Album song 4eva Mobn, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
When Im Gone |
All I ever had was a dollar and a dream |
These niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems |
Said these niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
The trust could never ever be regained once you break it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
Yuh, For real |
So how could I begin to cry |
When I had the towel on my face |
Cuz tears won’t fit up in this eye |
Where there’s sin there’s pride |
I learned betrayal is an endless ride |
Fame ain’t changed me dog I’ve been this guy |
You claim for yo' niggas you blow triggas |
How many cuts you laid in with your pistol out |
If your answer’s none |
You ain’t got the faintest clue what this about |
For real |
Stitch slipped up in my cell and I ain’t bitch or pout |
I… did it for the love of blood |
Wasn’t trippin off a stitch of clout |
Went knock for knock up on that block |
I used to earn with niggas |
Never hated on success |
I… love to see em turning figgas |
I say it if it’s on my chest respectful |
But I’m firm with niggas |
They play you |
That’s on my death no question |
We could burn them niggas |
Did my term with niggas |
Popped bottles |
Smoked sherm with niggas |
Is hatin' is a virus bruh |
I never caught that germ from niggas |
Respect to me’s the recipe for manhood |
And that’s why my loyalty’s forever |
…Like some canned goods |
All I ever had was a dollar and a dream |
These niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems |
Yeah, these niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it |
Yuh, but I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
When it rains it pours out on these shores |
So you should bring a cup |
Repent if you done did me wrong |
And there ain’t no need to bring it up |
Raised around these killa bees |
That’s why I keep a stinger tucked |
Fakin' is a foreign language |
And I am not bilingual bruh |
I done tried to put mo' niggas on than niggas on |
Had brothas turn they back on me |
Just cuz we ain’t did a song |
Ain’t nothin' worse than a grown man out here |
Thinkin' he can’t get his own |
I wish you well |
But get the hell from 'round me |
We can’t get along |
These opportunist vipers trying to ciphon all my time |
How do you feel self entitled when I’ve been on my grind |
In my quest to preach for Christ I put my life out on the line |
And if I ain’t able (Abel) I know Cain’ll |
Put a knife up in my spine |
Damn |
That’s a cold reality to live |
When you try to up they weight |
But they burn every calorie you give |
You could give it all |
When them niggas fall |
They’ll scallop what you did |
If you a loser nigga |
Using niggas |
A phallus what you is |
Yuh |
All I ever had was a dollar and a dream |
These niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems |
Yuh, these niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
Yuh, it’s real |
It’s real |
And the game’s fickle |
Have you feelin' like the don (dawn) |
Though it’s close to dark |
And I’ve learned to recognize the pawn |
Soon as he posts his part |
Might think I’m bitter |
But don’t misdiagnose my heart |
Cuz I do appreciate the few who real |
The most just aren’t |
I took a social risk to preach what they don’t wanna hear |
The gospel of Yahshua Ha Mashiach |
Numb it’s dummy clear |
The young in here been trying to elevate |
This hood for like 20 years |
Most these niggas mock it |
If your pockets look like bunny ears |
I gave the best of my childhood to this wild hood |
Even funk with my own brother for it |
Thanks to Christ we now good |
My hood’s in bondage Lord |
And I’m praying you deliver her |
She gave me all she had |
You’re the best that I can give to her |
A stand-up nigga’s all my character should be |
First I’m trying to see the world |
Then get buried in the peat |
She’s my wife inside my mind |
I hope they’ll marry her to me |
Until I’m buried another cherry in her tree |
On errything |
Yuh |
All I ever had was a dollar and a dream |
These niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems |
Yeah, these niggas love to diss me when I’m on |
But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it |
But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone |
Cuz all I ever had was a dollar and a dream |
But I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it |
The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems |
But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it |
Cuz all I ever had was a dollar and a dream |
But I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it |
The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems, no |
But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it |