Lyrics

Growing up was a cruel story Bars based on a true story Bus rides with a notepad But these days at the afterparty I slide by with a show bag They don't know that 5 years and they still catching my throwbacks, I outlapped u again Again and again Again and again Biggest secret in the 65 I put my life up for a chance Again and again Again and again Bitch, It's triple S till i die, ah I put my life up for a fee, My lover for these streets Don't twist up the family I paid it in blood They swore me their loyalty, Again and again My brothers been up My brothers been down But they have been with me, Again and again My brothers been up My brothers been down But they have been with me, Again and again Growing up was a cruel story, Mama's pain is a true story Tried her best to make ends meet, But these days at the afterparty I go home and can't get sleep She sits, years passing her cell doors, While her son slips I'm hoping i see u again Again and again Times changed for a young man, They loving my songs again Again and again, mama Still love you through the pain I put my life up for a fee, My lover for these streets Don't twist up the family I paid it in blood They swore me their loyalty, Again and again My brothers been up My brothers been down But they have been with me, Again and again My brothers been up My brothers been down But they have been with me, Again and again
Writer(s): Iqra Aizuddin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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