| I’ma preach this one to the streets, nigga, yeah
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| This for that lil' boy who in that jail cell who feel like he got nobody
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| And this for that lil' girl who feel like givin' up
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| Gotta keep your head up, you feel me?
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| All this money and fame don’t mean nothin'
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| It done been a lil' minute
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| Since I rapped about my life and how I really be feelin'
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| On hatin' on me in my comments, they got perfect attention
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| Snakes in my grass wearing a mask, see through the cracks in the ceiling
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| Plus I can’t shake the lean for nothin', steady flushing my kidneys
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| I swear to God that we been thuggin', we had nothin' on Christmas
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| Judge take some years away, that’s when they wanna hug you and kiss you
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| And once you in the graveyard, they wanna love you and miss you
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| Just to dry these tears away, I need a box of some tissue
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| This for the ones who ain’t got one but ain’t did nothin' for me
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| Worst from the worst, fuck a handout, youngin, ain’t nothin' for free
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| This for that girl who in the trenches, ain’t got nothin' to eat
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| Just had two kids and EBT only come once every week
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| That young nigga got it out the dirt so he got mud on his feet
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| And all he know except work and leave some blood in the streets
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| And I tried to quit but can’t for shit, I pour an ounce of some lean
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| And they think I’m rich because my kicks cost more than a pound of some weed
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| I smile through the ups and downs because I came from that shit
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| And every time I look around they got my name in the mix
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| That AK hold a hundred rounds and when I aim, I won’t miss
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| Stop the car and roll the window down so I can hang with the stick
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| It done been a lil' minute
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| Since I rapped about my life and how I really be feelin'
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| On hatin' on me in my comments, they got perfect attention
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| Snakes in my grass wearing a mask, see through the cracks in the ceiling
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| Plus I can’t shake the lean for nothin', steady flushing my kidneys
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| I swear to God that we been thuggin', we had nothin' on Christmas
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| Judge take some years away, that’s when they wanna hug you and kiss you
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| And once you in the graveyard, they wanna love you and miss you
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| Just to dry these tears away, I need a box of some tissue
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| This for them ones who’s in the chain gang who’ll never see this place again
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| Lil Tony caught a robbery, now lawyer sayin' he facin' 10
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| I lost my nigga to these streets, I probably’ll never see his face again
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| Percocets and codeine make me feel I’m outer space again
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| I’m only in it for the money, these rappers, they in the race with me
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| Swear I done took so many losses, I swear to God, I can’t wait to win
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| I know they wanna see me dead so I’m on point in this Mercedes Benz
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| I take the liquor to the head and let my problems fade off in the wind
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| Talk to my niggas to say a prayer 'cause I know I might die today
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| I know them niggas ain’t with me, they just wanna ride my wave
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| I swear to God I’m just beginning, I’m a long way from the finish
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| I’m speaking on my life and how I feel, it’s been a lil' minute
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| It done been a lil' minute
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| Since I rapped about my life and how I really be feelin'
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| On hatin' on me in my comments, they got perfect attention
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| Snakes in my grass wearing a mask, see through the cracks in the ceiling
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| Plus I can’t shake the lean for nothin', steady flushing my kidneys
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| I swear to God that we been thuggin', we had nothin' on Christmas
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| Judge take some years away, that’s when they wanna hug you and kiss you
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| And once you in the graveyard, they wanna love you and miss you
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| Just to dry these tears away, I need a box of some tissue |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Minute, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп