i hate january
marnz malone kaymuni
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It's too late
There's much too much for both of us to say
We never do it justice anyway
Well how do you know when to walk away
So we remain
Look
My next door took his life and left a letter for his family
I felt like Eminem and Stan Lee
Everyday we wake, face pigs, rats and snakes
Bro I guess he couldn't take anymore of the Jumanji
I think about Nas and I get angry
Bro died 2 weeks before his 18th birthday
That's why I hate January
I had to stand over him to make him understand me
I was rolling with the 9 like whats on top of the hash key
Mum kicked me out I stayed at Ashley's
She got 2 kids now and when I have mine she'll be an auntie
I'm not a villain, I'm a vigilante
I put on for the trenches from the trenches, think they'd thank me
I felt when Chy said the bar about basmati, canned beef
She cooked it with the white rice we ate that every damn week
I sent my n****s money for my canteen
You wanna hear the maddest part?
I ain't have no money for my canteen
I was in the north east, cellmate a Geordie
Made Screwface smiled when I bought him the .40
Free 30 like the time when you pick up the children he would tell you we kept shanks in our pockets like door keys
Last time he saw me is when Muni wet that yute up on the 3's
"If I was you I would have..." yeah, yeah but bro you wasn't me
Why's he looking at me funny, he must think he doesn't bleed
Why they asking me for p's, they must think it comes with ease
My boy died a few days in, that's why I hate new years
Boys don't cry but that made me shed a few tears
Couldn't let M see, I waited till he went sleep
I wrote this when I was in a cell feeling empty
Left packs with Bentley now Muni need a Maybach
Imma be like 30 something when we get Dange back
Payback
I don't care how much it cost
Winning don't feel the same, it matters how much you lost
My next door was hanging from a rope
His friends screamed for help
They found a letter to his family when they emptied his cell
Not everybody makes it out
But I can't lie I have to
Even when I needed help, I still wouldn't ask you
Yo
Streets turned a boy into a man quick
You ain't been through it, then you wouldn't understand it
He said he's on the guys, bro I pulled up and slammed it
I wish that my life went the way I would have planned it
I've fed more yutes than an orphanage
I throw my clothes in the car and I'm torching it
Yo that pumps worth 5, I paid more for it
I can tell he ain't really like that, he's forcing it
I got bored of it, doing all that block time
They thinking I'm a rockstar, I still got a rock line
I can't stop I lick shots by the stop sign
I got mine, we ain't pop stars boy I pop mine
It's too late
There's much too much for both of us to say
We never do it justice anyway
Well how do you know when to walk away
So we go