Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Til I Die, artist - Maino. Album song The One And Only, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.09.2008
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Til I Die |
| Feels like the world can’t hear me, Lord please hear me |
| I looked at the future of my life, it scares me |
| Keep gats near me, sell crack dearly |
| Cooked that, flipped that, stacked that really |
| Bring more Hennessy, got more enemies |
| Wake up screaming, niggas they killing me |
| Wake up screaming, nigga is you hearing me |
| Hope that the bread that I’m getting (??) |
| Going all out, 'till I fall out |
| 'Till my niggas come home and they all out |
| Rats keep snitching, baby momma bitching |
| She don’t understand all the Hell that I’ve been in |
| Jails that I’ve been in, mad different women |
| But I’m just a man that’s sinning |
| I’m high, I’m drunk, I’m riding dirty |
| I don’t give a fuck let them try to murder me |
| Look deep you can touch my soul and understand why I gots' to roll |
| Till I die, I’mma go hard for real, hit the block 'till I reach a mill |
| Till that day, I’mma give 'em hella pain, but the hood gon' remember me |
| Till I die I’mma go hard for real, hit the block 'till I reach a mill |
| Till that day, I’mma give 'em hella pain, but the hood gon' remember me |
| (remember me) |
| I’m a g for life, I’m a g for life |
| Come on it ain’t fun for me, niggas come for me |
| I can see his eyes through the the mask with his gun to me |
| What he want from me I don’t run homie |
| Wanna take the air I breathe and the lungs from me |
| Its all wrong to me, but whats wrong with me |
| Look deep look what the streets done to me |
| I ain’t been the same since 8th grade nigga |
| I ain’t been to school since 8th grade nigga |
| I can see the sun when it touch the sky |
| Feels like only clouds have touched my life |
| Maybe I can get a mill if I get up and try |
| I cross my heart I hope to die |
| Feel what it feels like, to live a real life |
| Mad police, nigga better deal right |
| Gave my nigga 20 years, that’s real life |
| Pay the block when its cold and it feels nice |
| Caught up in this drug shit, still on on my thug shit |
| After my son feels like I don’t love shit |
| I don’t trust shit, far as I can tell |
| That nigga dead, far as I can smell |
| Still feel the pain of the bars of my cell |
| Everybody want Heaven but we all go to Hell |