| Everyone else been telling my story but I don’t know what it will get
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| Everyone else been telling my story but I don’t know what it will get
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| Cause so many people come out of my life so I’m conscience of letting them in
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| Back when I was in the streets told myself when I leave
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| I won’t miss it at all
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| And I lost some people in my life that meant do much to me
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| I’m missin them all
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| I was running the streets with my dawgs
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| I got niggas and family gone
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| R.I.P I’m missing them all
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| Love these streets I do it for y’all
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| R.I.P missin my uncle gone
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| R.I.P missin my aunty gone
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| R.I.P man my grand papa gone
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| All my niggas I can’t name em all
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| Through the madness I’m still standing tall
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| I been losing my homies since I was fifteen
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| That’s the reason that I know that I’m strong
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| That’s the reason they live through my songs
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| Through success I be stressing
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| But counting my blessings
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| Wish I could just fly away
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| That’s the reason I woke up and got high today
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| And I know niggas just got to hate
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| But go count you a check
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| Why you watching how I calculate?
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| A lot of school mornings I never ate
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| They ain’t wonder if I had a plate
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| I’m a go get me some anyway
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| Shit as long as my lil sister straight
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| If you got it and ain’t have to go through the grind
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| Niggas like us will never relate
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| I be on the go, I never break
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| For that paper I don’t hesitate
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| and grind till your time
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| You gone shine one day
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| Never thought he see me crying one day
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| And I don’t never go to church on Sundays
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| I was posted right there on the run way
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| But go still with me like a Sunday
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| With my glock 40 it’s like a gun play
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| And I know that it might sound crazy
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| But a lot of days niggas could have blazed me
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| But I raised like the 90's and 80's
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| It’s my lifestyle I can’t let it faze me
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| Got to talk to my momma all the time
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| She be on the phone saying that I’m crazy
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| You know I keep the hammer on me all the time
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| I can’t lie if I tried cause she raised me
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| Tell me she proud of me all the time
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| I just want to see her smile all the time
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| Remember I was in the streets, I was wilding
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| Thought I knew everything I was stylish
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| Commiting violence
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| It’s a stony island
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| Back when I was in the streets told myself when I leave
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| I won’t miss it at all
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| And I lost some people in my life that meant do much to me
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| I’m missin them all
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| I was running the streets with my dawgs
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| I got niggas and family gone
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| R.I.P I’m missing them all
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| Love these streets I do it for y’all
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| R.I.P missin my uncle gone
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| R.I.P missin my aunty gone
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| R.I.P man my grand papa gone
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| All my niggas I can’t name em all
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| Through the madness I’m still standing tall
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| I been losing my homies since I was fifteen
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| That’s the reason that I know that I’m strong
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| That’s the reason they live through my songs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Missin' Em All , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Welcome to Fazoland 1.5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп