Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Nigga, artist - Klaus Layer. Album song Abstractions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Redefinition
Song language: English
My Nigga |
| My nigga sent me a text and told me «that shit is dope» |
| And I really wish he was with me so we could roll a blunt |
| You like my brother |
| The only one I could ever trust |
| Your words are wisdom |
| Gave me the confidence to not give a fuck |
| I came a long way from rapping in the blocks |
| And even with all I’ve done I still have yet to do enough |
| I owe you more than you could ever know |
| The only person in my life that ever encouraged me to pick up a microphone |
| If I recall correct the scene I set is seldom seen |
| No longer smoking in my whip in front of your apartment |
| Lost in a piece that was blaring inside of my honda speakers |
| I still reminisce to the days when our lives were harder |
| I wish that I could take it back to those simpler times |
| We never knew how good we had but we know it now |
| Used to be thick as thieves but now it’s just a random text |
| I used to hit my partner up when I was under pressure |
| I grab my pack of cigarillos hit that nigga Boozer |
| The point 5s for 10 and the 01 for 20 |
| Ain’t had a lot of money |
| As long as I had my nigga |
| We trading stories embellishing every single fact |
| I put the beat down |
| Kicking my feet up and then I would rip it |
| And murder this shit it’s just me and my nigga |
| Ain’t nobody can tell me different I |
| Wondering why I was so distant |
| Back in the day it was just me and you |
| But lately I’ve been alone |
| Doing this shit on my own |
| My nigga sent me a text and told me «that shit is dope» |
| And I really wish he was with me so we could roll a blunt |
| You like my brother |
| The only one I could ever trust |
| Your words are wisdom |
| Gave me the confidence to not give a fuck |
| I came a long way from rapping in the blocks |
| And even with all I’ve done I still have yet to do enough |
| I owe you more than you could ever know |
| The only person in my life that ever encouraged me to pick up a microphone |
| 2010 we was working for that minimum wage |
| We needed weed money and dimes for pocket change |
| I reminisce upon these times when I’m by myself |
| These time of moments I reflect I swear it never helps |
| Couple of years my nigga packs his bags for basic training |
| He had to leave to reach his full potential I respect it |
| But deep inside I was jealous and selfish I confess it |
| The first verse that I recorded you was there with me |
| While in that homie’s apartment freestyling just for fun |
| We thought we had it figured out but we ain’t know shit |
| But when you left I started to see to your point to put everything that I have |
| inside of the music |
| No longer wasting my time when I wake arise with a purpose |
| The person that perseveres is peculiar to these procrastinators |
| Begging for all the nonsense |
| I embody the knowledge |
| I want a song to be successful and happy, capisce? |
| My nigga sent me a text and told me «that shit is dope» |
| And I really wish he was with me so we could roll a blunt |
| You like my brother |
| The only one I could ever trust |
| Your words are wisdom |
| Gave me the confidence to not give a fuck |
| I came a long way from rapping in the blocks |
| And even with all I’ve done I still have yet to do enough |
| I owe you more than you could ever know |
| The only person in my life that ever encouraged me to pick up a microphone |