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No Sad Stories
Marshall
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Carry him lift him away
Back rambos and dig a grave
I wasn't in no hatchback swaying lanes
I was on a push bike clicking gears
Done the same thing for different years
H, your my killy i miss you bare
Close my eyes, see him in the visit hall sitting there
But this ain't no sad stories, let me wipe my tears
Didn't like these years
Had to learn to love these years
My uncle told me right my wrongs
Real life, bro i bit my tongue
And really got my ridge back on
Really shoulda told him i already know what i'm doing
I went away young i left my family all in ruins
Wasn't even thinking about the way that i was moving
Didn't think jail was an option, till i hit induction
First soc' got it poppin
And yeah we argue often but you had me so i'm locked in
I still think about the pops ting and how i need to pop him
Cell like a grave i feel boxed in
No sad stories let my tears run dry
Mum taught me if it's spilt milk then we dont cry
My sentence was a letter, i got buried alive
I'll be there when it's time
Cause i was there in the nine
Tearing the spine
And eighty was with me
He was there all the time
He was there all the time
He needs armbands blud i think he's drowning
My youngboy don't live on gravedigger mountain
He was woofin on the net until the killers found him
Was a fountain, bro i pushed my mum's knife in and out him
Can tell you stories give you goosebumps
I used the label money to buy two guns
I'm just tryna move right
Taje told me move on
But it's like, to live righteous we had to do wrong
Ever stared down at your new one?
Thinking this just might be a keeper like buffon
Now badinas wanna fuck me to my new songs
They say its money or bitches nigga chose one
But who told you that you can't have both?
Hope they don't bird t cause he's my last hope
Nas died two weeks after we last spoke
They got bro in the dispersal, free my nigga castro
No sad stories i just write my life
I know mummy prays that i make it back at night
I close my eyes and i think back to the happy times
Cause i got no tears left i just battle cry