Guerilla Maab - Nothin Left 2 Live 4 Lyrics
[Trae]Reminiscing bout everything, that hurt me insideGotta let my pride go the day, you left it felt like I diedI wonder will it ever get better, through the stormy weatherTry to get you to keep your head up, sending pictures and lettersI'm shedding tears, cause I'm happy that you still livingBut when I look at mama stressing, I know that something's missingI hate you living in prison, with no free time for the rideSo we gon keep it on track, and hit full speed for the driveYou know your baby brother Trae, is going worldwideBehind the walls you a legend, and I'ma keep your prideLooking at your daughter, I can see that she is just like youAnd when her mama died, the only one she wanted was youI know its hard to try to maintain, when you all aloneThen again you not alone, I'ma make it when you coming homeReunited, and I'ma die before I let you goForever one, and always thinking of my bigger bro, you know I love ya[Chorus: Trae & (Z-Ro) - 2x]I've been thinking bout my big broAnd I swear on my life, that we never gon let go(I've been thinking bout my kin folkMissing my T. Jones, thinking there ain't nothing left to live fo')[Dougie D]Everyone is having complications, but lately I've beenThinking about my kin folk, and all my niggas in they new locationsThese cemeteries and penitentiaries, got mo' from the hoodDon't wanna be next, but if its my time then let me go all goodMy nigga Ro done lost his T. Jones, at a tender ageYou can only imagine the agony, and stress and the painIn the mean while, my mama live a life of cancer and I know itI been trying to chill on the weed, but she love it so ***** it I blow itI'm sipping on drank and puffing Shedemiller, high life and puff itTrying to act like it ain't nothing, but ***** it I can't even try to bluff itBut it hurts inside, but I'm knowing what they going time take your final rideMy mama, my nigga, my partna never be anotherI'ma hold it down upon my rap, grind try to make it betterDon't wanna lose my cool, gotta maintain and try to keep my focusUntil then here go a dime bag and a twelve pack, get ya roll on and startsmoking[Chorus][Z-Ro]Death ain't around the corner no mo', he up in my faceIts only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his placeI've been winning for a minute, but it ain't gon last foreverRunning outta time, me and my enemies might blast each otherNiggas around me dropping like flies, murderers bumping niggas outDon't think that it ain't likewise, and try that running up in my houseI'm a mad dude, no intentions on being rudePardon my mood, but a nigga getting suedGot me feeling like Z-Ro Bin Loden, cause everybody out to get meGod bless the dead, my nigga was only twentyIts a hard life, especially when you're aloneMissing the Misses, ain't nobody gon miss me when I'm goneShowing T. Jones, my true love done left a nigga hangingLeaving nothing else to do, but hustle had a nigga slangingCaine or anything, I gotta grind to maintainMissing my mama, missing my partnas cheifing on Mary Jane[Chorus - 4x]
