Guerilla Maab - Nothin Left 2 Live 4 lyrics

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[Trae]

Reminiscing bout everything, that hurt me inside

Gotta let my pride go the day, you left it felt like I died

I wonder will it ever get better, through the stormy weather

Try to get you to keep your head up, sending pictures and letters

I'm shedding tears, cause I'm happy that you still living

But when I look at mama stressing, I know that something's missing

I hate you living in prison, with no free time for the ride

So we gon keep it on track, and hit full speed for the drive

You know your baby brother Trae, is going worldwide

Behind the walls you a legend, and I'ma keep your pride

Looking at your daughter, I can see that she is just like you

And when her mama died, the only one she wanted was you

I know its hard to try to maintain, when you all alone

Then again you not alone, I'ma make it when you coming home

Reunited, and I'ma die before I let you go

Forever one, and always thinking of my bigger bro, you know I love ya

[Chorus x2: Trae & (Z-Ro)]

I've been thinking bout my big bro

And I swear on my life, that we never gon let go

(I've been thinking bout my kin folk

Missing my T. Jones, thinking there ain't nothing left to live fo')

[Dougie D]

Everyone is having complications, but lately I've been

Thinking about my kin folk, and all my niggas in they new locations

These cemeteries and penitentiaries, got mo' from the hood

Don't wanna be next, but if its my time then let me go all good

My nigga Ro done lost his T. Jones, at a tender age

You can only imagine the agony, and stress and the pain

In the mean while, my mama live a life of cancer and I know it

I been trying to chill on the weed, but she love it so fuck it I blow it

I'm sipping on drank and puffing Shedemiller, high life and puff it

Trying to act like it ain't nothing, but fuck it I can't even try to bluff it

But it hurts inside, but I'm knowing what they going time take your final ride

My mama, my nigga, my partna never be another

I'ma hold it down upon my rap, grind try to make it better

Don't wanna lose my cool, gotta maintain and try to keep my focus

Until then here go a dime bag and a twelve pack, get ya roll on and start

smoking

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

Death ain't around the corner no mo', he up in my face

Its only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place

I've been winning for a minute, but it ain't gon last forever

Running outta time, me and my enemies might blast each other

Niggas around me dropping like flies, murderers bumping niggas out

Don't think that it ain't likewise, and try that running up in my house

I'm a mad dude, no intentions on being rude

Pardon my mood, but a nigga getting sued

Got me feeling like Z-Ro Bin Loden, cause everybody out to get me

God bless the dead, my nigga was only twenty

Its a hard life, especially when you're alone

Missing the Misses, ain't nobody gon miss me when I'm gone

Showing T. Jones, my true love done left a nigga hanging

Leaving nothing else to do, but hustle had a nigga slanging

Caine or anything, I gotta grind to maintain

Missing my mama, missing my partnas cheifing on Mary Jane

[Chorus x4]