Alone Songtext
von Tiny Boost
Alone Songtext
It′s gotta be big Buds, you know
Yeah
It's all real
Is the outro
Look at me and see the definition of persevere (persevere)
Gun smoke cleared, they never thought I′d still be here (thought I'd still be there)
I think about them young G's in their eleventh year (for real)
No exams, they in that gang and got a reh-teh (reh-teh)
Some of your friends about to die, I know you ain′t prepared (I know you ain′t prepared)
For the pain from reminiscing on the days you shared
I know what it's like to vent and feel like no one cares (no one-)
Stood in a room with all your goons and feel like no one′s there (no one's there)
If I was you, I′d choose school over that Shiesty mask (for real)
I know a lot of murderers that couldn't fight a charge
Got your mum worried when you ain′t inside that yard
Slanging all that hard just so you can buy your garms
You keep your friends close but you keep your gun closer (gun close)
Hugging on your block 'cause you want someone to hold ya
The main ones you trust end up giving info over
Then you die, your mother cries and they don't give no shoulder (for real)
Your kids confused but we′ll explain it all when they get older
Cah it′s their birthday and they wonder why you never show up (where you at)
Street money slow, now you rapping, tryna blow up (tryna blow)
But every drop, your views low, now you wan' pick an O up, it′s all real
No, you're not alone
Give it to God to hold
It′s the pain that they feed into
Don't let your heart turn cold (don′t let your heart turn cold)
Give yourself a chance
Let me take your hand, baby
Together we can walk through the rain
And maybe it'll all wash away (yeah)
If you ever made a call and found out your brudda dead, I can relate (I can relate)
Still in disbelief that a bullet sealed his fate (damn)
Yeah, I know you wanna fly straight but them get-backs gotta have a date (know they gotta have a date)
Dinger whips always got a space, for you to jump in and play your part
Damn, sad to say I'm scarred (scarred)
Tell these kids, "Stop", before they go way too far (way too far)
Crying to myself, formed a puddle in my palms
Cleared the brown out the bottle till it′s just glass (for real)
Peeping round these corners, tryna cheat death (for real)
Smile every day but they don′t know I've been stressed (for real)
Can′t wait 'til Nuttie say he got a week left
They solving cases with a song, what a complete mess
Still ride around with one sleeping in the head
They see my growth, I only look back to see my steps (yes)
Nuttin lucky ′bout me, I just believe I'm blessed, it′s all real
No, you're not alone
Give it to God to hold
It's the pain that they feed into
Don′t let your heart turn cold (don′t let your heart turn cold)
Give yourself a chance
Let me take your hand, baby
Together we can walk through the rain
And maybe it'll all wash away
Just know that I am here to take the ride
′Cause I know it's hard, it′ll take a while
It's really time to put your pride aside
This life can really make a gangster cry
Sometimes gangsters cry, cry
Sometimes gangsters cry, cry, cry
Yeah
It's all real
Is the outro
Look at me and see the definition of persevere (persevere)
Gun smoke cleared, they never thought I′d still be here (thought I'd still be there)
I think about them young G's in their eleventh year (for real)
No exams, they in that gang and got a reh-teh (reh-teh)
Some of your friends about to die, I know you ain′t prepared (I know you ain′t prepared)
For the pain from reminiscing on the days you shared
I know what it's like to vent and feel like no one cares (no one-)
Stood in a room with all your goons and feel like no one′s there (no one's there)
If I was you, I′d choose school over that Shiesty mask (for real)
I know a lot of murderers that couldn't fight a charge
Got your mum worried when you ain′t inside that yard
Slanging all that hard just so you can buy your garms
You keep your friends close but you keep your gun closer (gun close)
Hugging on your block 'cause you want someone to hold ya
The main ones you trust end up giving info over
Then you die, your mother cries and they don't give no shoulder (for real)
Your kids confused but we′ll explain it all when they get older
Cah it′s their birthday and they wonder why you never show up (where you at)
Street money slow, now you rapping, tryna blow up (tryna blow)
But every drop, your views low, now you wan' pick an O up, it′s all real
No, you're not alone
Give it to God to hold
It′s the pain that they feed into
Don't let your heart turn cold (don′t let your heart turn cold)
Give yourself a chance
Let me take your hand, baby
Together we can walk through the rain
And maybe it'll all wash away (yeah)
If you ever made a call and found out your brudda dead, I can relate (I can relate)
Still in disbelief that a bullet sealed his fate (damn)
Yeah, I know you wanna fly straight but them get-backs gotta have a date (know they gotta have a date)
Dinger whips always got a space, for you to jump in and play your part
Damn, sad to say I'm scarred (scarred)
Tell these kids, "Stop", before they go way too far (way too far)
Crying to myself, formed a puddle in my palms
Cleared the brown out the bottle till it′s just glass (for real)
Peeping round these corners, tryna cheat death (for real)
Smile every day but they don′t know I've been stressed (for real)
Can′t wait 'til Nuttie say he got a week left
They solving cases with a song, what a complete mess
Still ride around with one sleeping in the head
They see my growth, I only look back to see my steps (yes)
Nuttin lucky ′bout me, I just believe I'm blessed, it′s all real
No, you're not alone
Give it to God to hold
It's the pain that they feed into
Don′t let your heart turn cold (don′t let your heart turn cold)
Give yourself a chance
Let me take your hand, baby
Together we can walk through the rain
And maybe it'll all wash away
Just know that I am here to take the ride
′Cause I know it's hard, it′ll take a while
It's really time to put your pride aside
This life can really make a gangster cry
Sometimes gangsters cry, cry
Sometimes gangsters cry, cry, cry
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