Nines - Don't Cry Lyrics
Nines - Don't Cry Lyrics
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Uh
When I die bury me a legend
Hope I get to see all my bredrins up in heaven, uh
I pray my niggas make it off them corners
My houses and albums will take care of my daughters
If I die don't cry for me
Make sure them niggas die for me
Give my mom every penny that I save
My nigga Henny probably pour some Henny on my grave
Church smellin' like loud, whole family coughin'
And my nigga Jack will probably put a brick of Cali' in my coffin
Niggas talkin' 'bout how we used to wheelie on a bike
Actin' like he was my nigga but we weren't even tight, uh
All my haters tryna save face
Can't believe I got all my calendar bitches in the same place
Uh, just make sure I got on Jordan 4s
Let the crack heads pass through make them all applaud
Mama, everything's gonna be alright
Don't fuss, no fight
If I don't make it out
Mama don't cry for me
Just pray to the Lord for my soul to keep
If I don't make it out
They'll be around at first but they'll slowly go
Couple man would be happy 'cause they owe me dough
Stayin' on the grind was the plan
Now I wish that I spent more time with the fam
And have a nigga turn victim to the streets, uh
F*ck all them ups tryna lift me off my feet
Let them youngins know that these rappers were my sons
Tell Two Bag, give my nigga Pac all my guns, uh
Live your life my nigga time's flyin'
Told you that I was gonna get rich or die tryin'
It broke my heart the way my people cried
I've already been to hell and back when Zino died, uh
How long will they mourn a nigga?
Promise that I won't beg if I saw the killer
All them lifers in my will, I still send them niggas P
Even when I'm gone, so bury me a G
It's Nines
Mama, everything's gonna be alright
Don't fuss, no fight
If I don't make it out
Mama don't cry for me
Just pray to the Lord for my soul to keep
If I don't make it out
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Uh
When I die bury me a legend
Hope I get to see all my bredrins up in heaven, uh
I pray my niggas make it off them corners
My houses and albums will take care of my daughters
If I die don't cry for me
Make sure them niggas die for me
Give my mom every penny that I save
My nigga Henny probably pour some Henny on my grave
Church smellin' like loud, whole family coughin'
And my nigga Jack will probably put a brick of Cali' in my coffin
Niggas talkin' 'bout how we used to wheelie on a bike
Actin' like he was my nigga but we weren't even tight, uh
All my haters tryna save face
Can't believe I got all my calendar bitches in the same place
Uh, just make sure I got on Jordan 4s
Let the crack heads pass through make them all applaud
Mama, everything's gonna be alright
Don't fuss, no fight
If I don't make it out
Mama don't cry for me
Just pray to the Lord for my soul to keep
If I don't make it out
They'll be around at first but they'll slowly go
Couple man would be happy 'cause they owe me dough
Stayin' on the grind was the plan
Now I wish that I spent more time with the fam
And have a nigga turn victim to the streets, uh
F*ck all them ups tryna lift me off my feet
Let them youngins know that these rappers were my sons
Tell Two Bag, give my nigga Pac all my guns, uh
Live your life my nigga time's flyin'
Told you that I was gonna get rich or die tryin'
It broke my heart the way my people cried
I've already been to hell and back when Zino died, uh
How long will they mourn a nigga?
Promise that I won't beg if I saw the killer
All them lifers in my will, I still send them niggas P
Even when I'm gone, so bury me a G
It's Nines
Mama, everything's gonna be alright
Don't fuss, no fight
If I don't make it out
Mama don't cry for me
Just pray to the Lord for my soul to keep
If I don't make it out
When I die bury me a legend
Hope I get to see all my bredrins up in heaven, uh
I pray my niggas make it off them corners
My houses and albums will take care of my daughters
If I die don't cry for me
Make sure them niggas die for me
Give my mom every penny that I save
My nigga Henny probably pour some Henny on my grave
Church smellin' like loud, whole family coughin'
And my nigga Jack will probably put a brick of Cali' in my coffin
Niggas talkin' 'bout how we used to wheelie on a bike
Actin' like he was my nigga but we weren't even tight, uh
All my haters tryna save face
Can't believe I got all my calendar bitches in the same place
Uh, just make sure I got on Jordan 4s
Let the crack heads pass through make them all applaud
Mama, everything's gonna be alright
Don't fuss, no fight
If I don't make it out
Mama don't cry for me
Just pray to the Lord for my soul to keep
If I don't make it out
They'll be around at first but they'll slowly go
Couple man would be happy 'cause they owe me dough
Stayin' on the grind was the plan
Now I wish that I spent more time with the fam
And have a nigga turn victim to the streets, uh
F*ck all them ups tryna lift me off my feet
Let them youngins know that these rappers were my sons
Tell Two Bag, give my nigga Pac all my guns, uh
Live your life my nigga time's flyin'
Told you that I was gonna get rich or die tryin'
It broke my heart the way my people cried
I've already been to hell and back when Zino died, uh
How long will they mourn a nigga?
Promise that I won't beg if I saw the killer
All them lifers in my will, I still send them niggas P
Even when I'm gone, so bury me a G
It's Nines
Mama, everything's gonna be alright
Don't fuss, no fight
If I don't make it out
Mama don't cry for me
Just pray to the Lord for my soul to keep
If I don't make it out
Writer: Beegee, KVXI, Courtney Freckleton, Tekilla, Zino
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC