CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Forever Droppin’ Tears
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Yeah
Look, grind from the bottom, we was just tryna get to the top
I love my n***as, I tell 'em, "We all we got"
Thinkin' 'bout [?], first dude I got cool with when we moved on the block
This was back when Damani had first got shot
Miss my motherf**kin' dawg, we went to the same school
Used to dip out of class to link up in the halls
Sneakin' to buy weed, now we posted up at the Chinese store
Hopin' somebody could buy us a cigar
Then we evolved to breakin' in houses and stealin' cars
This was when I started gettin' raw with the bars
Went from takin' n***as' joints at the bus stop
To packin' .38s and jumpin' gates after we bust shots
A young, wild adolescence, packin' the Wesson
Country Mike fronted me some work, we package and sell it
Sittin' on the bando steps, writin', recite it for my n***a
He would hype it like, "Brodie, I promise you, you the nicest"
Uh, all around the city, every neighborhood, we ran
He be like, "Who wanna battle? I got whatever on my man"
Cappin' to the hoes like, "You know who this is, b*t*h?
This the GOAT, and don't jump on my d**k after we blow"
f**kin' the same hoes, sharin' the same clothes
Goin' half on the sub of the month, that was my woe
Used to go to school and studio when the block was slow
He pulled up in the [?] and I said I couldn't go
[?], he said, "I'm comin' back, it might be late"
Two hours later, heard he crashed in a high speed chase
It took my motherf**kin' heart from me
But as long as I live, you always gon' be a part of me
Tryna smoke away the pain, I couldn't shake it
I wish my n***a was hear to see that his boy made it
I know God had a purpose, music saved my life
If I wasn't recordin', I would've been with him that night
Yeah
Look, grind from the bottom, we was just tryna get to the top
I love my n***as, I tell 'em, "We all we got"
Thinkin' 'bout [?], first dude I got cool with when we moved on the block
This was back when Damani had first got shot
Miss my motherf**kin' dawg, we went to the same school
Used to dip out of class to link up in the halls
Sneakin' to buy weed, now we posted up at the Chinese store
Hopin' somebody could buy us a cigar
Then we evolved to breakin' in houses and stealin' cars
This was when I started gettin' raw with the bars
Went from takin' n***as' joints at the bus stop
To packin' .38s and jumpin' gates after we bust shots
A young, wild adolescence, packin' the Wesson
Country Mike fronted me some work, we package and sell it
Sittin' on the bando steps, writin', recite it for my n***a
He would hype it like, "Brodie, I promise you, you the nicest"
Uh, all around the city, every neighborhood, we ran
He be like, "Who wanna battle? I got whatever on my man"
Cappin' to the hoes like, "You know who this is, b*t*h?
This the GOAT, and don't jump on my d**k after we blow"
f**kin' the same hoes, sharin' the same clothes
Goin' half on the sub of the month, that was my woe
Used to go to school and studio when the block was slow
He pulled up in the [?] and I said I couldn't go
[?], he said, "I'm comin' back, it might be late"
Two hours later, heard he crashed in a high speed chase
It took my motherf**kin' heart from me
But as long as I live, you always gon' be a part of me
Tryna smoke away the pain, I couldn't shake it
I wish my n***a was hear to see that his boy made it
I know God had a purpose, music saved my life
If I wasn't recordin', I would've been with him that night
