So many
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•09 Dec 2020
Song starts at 0:28 seconds in) (HOOK) So many thoughts, So many thug's, So many kids, Not much Love, So many years, So many tears, How could I just sit on the front porch an watch lil homie kill, Just got off the jet straight to the ville, The trenches, Drenched in blood, So many youngins, To many 6 feet deep, There is no rest, Who could sleep through gunshots, Smoke, Wound shots, Who shot? No one Told, Or fold, There goes another one down the road, With loosing so many years, So many tears, So many peers, An many more.. Yh.. Many more.. Years to come. (X2) (This is all I have for now*) (Verse 1) So Many Family reniounos over deaths, With no turkey on Thanksgiving, An a "My HomeBoy Just domed a brotha", An I even knew his Motha, What type of cycle is this, Without the wash an the rinse, Morely red cups and weed in they System, I'm speaking from the depth of my soul, So many of y'all shining ya crystals just remember, There's people Diamond an nickiling, Scrapping up whatever change god has given them, Or flipping a pack you showing your racks flexing ya blessings, While peers out here weighing in coke like the pros and cons, Or they sleeping on the ground like a goughper, An I wit that so I set a goal an I go for mine, An people will question, How do you carry a 9ine, is something wrong with yo mind, Yes but ones tuckin another is flexing Wich one is not to mess with? The one that's quite G's move in silence, An fakes brings violence, But lately news changed the climate now they pull caps, For fun one in the books, One in the ground, And one resting in the sun, (HOOK) So many thoughts, So many thug's, So many kids, Not much Love, So many years, So many tears, How could I just sit on the front porch an watch lil homie kill, Just got off the jet straight to the ville, The trenches, Drenched in blood, So many youngins, To many 6 feet deep, There is no rest, Who could sleep through gunshots, Smoke, Wound shots, Who shot? No one Told, Or fold, There goes another one down the road, With loosing so many years, So many tears, So many peers, An many more.. Yh.. Many more.. Years to come
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I'm going to re do this just uploading to be safe cuz my premium almost out so ye srry for the long ah break
Song starts at 0:28 seconds in) (HOOK) So many thoughts, So many thug's, So many kids, Not much Love, So many years, So many tears, How could I just sit on the front porch an watch lil homie kill, Just got off the jet straight to the ville, The trenches, Drenched in blood, So many youngins, To many 6 feet deep, There is no rest, Who could sleep through gunshots, Smoke, Wound shots, Who shot? No one Told, Or fold, There goes another one down the road, With loosing so many years, So many tears, So many peers, An many more.. Yh.. Many more.. Years to come. (X2) (This is all I have for now*) (Verse 1) So Many Family reniounos over deaths, With no turkey on Thanksgiving, An a "My HomeBoy Just domed a brotha", An I even knew his Motha, What type of cycle is this, Without the wash an the rinse, Morely red cups and weed in they System, I'm speaking from the depth of my soul, So many of y'all shining ya crystals just remember, There's people Diamond an nickiling, Scrapping up whatever change god has given them, Or flipping a pack you showing your racks flexing ya blessings, While peers out here weighing in coke like the pros and cons, Or they sleeping on the ground like a goughper, An I wit that so I set a goal an I go for mine, An people will question, How do you carry a 9ine, is something wrong with yo mind, Yes but ones tuckin another is flexing Wich one is not to mess with? The one that's quite G's move in silence, An fakes brings violence, But lately news changed the climate now they pull caps, For fun one in the books, One in the ground, And one resting in the sun, (HOOK) So many thoughts, So many thug's, So many kids, Not much Love, So many years, So many tears, How could I just sit on the front porch an watch lil homie kill, Just got off the jet straight to the ville, The trenches, Drenched in blood, So many youngins, To many 6 feet deep, There is no rest, Who could sleep through gunshots, Smoke, Wound shots, Who shot? No one Told, Or fold, There goes another one down the road, With loosing so many years, So many tears, So many peers, An many more.. Yh.. Many more.. Years to come
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