Текст песни Mama Don't Cry - Ard Adz, Kempi

Mama Don't Cry

Mama don’t cry\nI know that the streets is a jungle\nI’ve got a machete on me like I’m Rambo\nI don’t wanna die\nIf they come for me I let the gun blow\n'Cause mama I was born to make it\nFor haters\nMandem are beefing paigons\nSo I keep my gun at bay\nI love my mama cah mama’s never lied to me\nGrinding in the gutter, made my mama always cry for me\nI can’t bury mum I’d rather mum bury me\nI know some brudda’s that would rise it up and write with me\nI’d lose an eye for them\nClutch and do some time for them\nMy mama’s telling me I’m running out of time again\nUse your time wisely cah you can’t get the time again\nI got some paigons, got a fizzy and a.9 for them\nI love my brudda’s cah my brudda’s like some fam to me\nEven though I’m Muslim all my brudda’s going ham for me\nHe’s rolling with a burner and he’s looking for the murder\nWith a rusty looking turner so you know he’ll let it bang for me\nI smell death when that wind blows by\nSo I’m stepping with a weapon, tell a prick don’t try\nTell my mama don’t cry\nUntil Allah says I must then mom I won’t die\nMama don’t cry\nI know that the streets is a jungle\nI’ve got a machete on me like I’m Rambo\nI don’t wanna die\nIf they come for me I let the gun blow\n'Cause mama I was born to make it\nFor haters\nMandem are beefing paigons\nSo I keep my gun at bay\nI just mind my own business, sipping on a Tetley\nBrudda’s wanna tent me and the hood’s just full of envy\nRiding in my Corsa, tank was always empty\nTo you it’s just a Corsa but to me it was a Bentley\nI used to get the food from brudda’s up in Bexley\nDrive it up to Bletchley while I’m sipping on a Pepsi\nTrying to get a mill now and I ain’t on to Heskey\nI’m stacking all my money I ain’t spending it on Fendi\nCatch me out in Netherlands I’m kicking it with Kempi\nMy brudda saw the vengeance, he’ll be slapping out your Benzy\nBut it’s nothing new, you know how the slums will go\nLittle brudda’s trying to catch a body cause his funds are low\nI smell death when that wind blows by\nSo I’m stepping with a weapon, tell a prick don’t try\nTell my mama don’t cry\nUntil Allah says I must then mom I won’t die\nMama don’t cry\nI know that the streets is a jungle\nI’ve got a machete on me like I’m Rambo\nI don’t wanna die\nIf they come for me I let the gun blow\n'Cause mama I was born to make it\nFor haters\nMandem are beefing paigons\nSo I keep my gun at bay