Текст песни
Pray for me more. Soul. Brr. Yeah. Yeah. Ayy. My mama, my mama, my lady, my baby, I Ask you just pray for me more My papa, My papa, my shawty, my partner, I know that You want me to soar My sister, my sister, My brother, my brother, just know that I love You for sure My daughter, my daughter, my life Is a portrait, I got you the minute I'm Up Just tryna do me and tryna find me, So many I hurt and I lost No acting For me, no rapping for free, I kill it No matter the cost My auntie just died, My uncle survived, I told him, "You gotta stay Strong" I live what I say and I say What I live, just know that a boy is A boy They had no reason to call, they Had no reason to fold They had to leash On my dog, they had no reason to shoot That was unreasonable, who do you blame? Everything changed but I know it's the game They Threw a soul on my name, they pick at The pain Yeah, it drive you insane, but I'm In my own lane. Mama, she tried to serve And supply but nights I know that she cry. I feel it, I'm in it, I get it, I'm willin' to get it yeah, until I die. Sometimes I love too hard so now I use My distance until I feel it's real Yeah, ayy. My mama, my mama, my lady, my baby, I Ask you just pray for me more My papa, My papa, my shawty, my partner, I know that You want me to soar My sister, my sister, My brother, my brother, I know that you love Me for sure My daughter, my daughter, my life Is a portrait, I got you the minute I'm Up The minute, the minute, I swear that you Got it, the minute, the minute I'm up The Minute, the minute, I swear that you got it, The minute, the minute I'm up My sister, My sister, my brother, my brother, just know that I love you for sure My daughter, my daughter, My life is a portrait, I got you the Minute I'm up Yeah, gotta stay true, I gotta make moves the only way I'ma get On I turn these beats into somethin' to eat, I'm starvin' on every song Sonny, He seen a vision in me and told me We 'bout to get on Put bread by my Name, want money, fuck fame, we changin' the game And we gone There is no reason to change, Up with my nigga, we good We took this Shit from the hood now we too lit. Yeah, we gonna get rich you can keep hatin' And shit All night pussy, messin' my music, We busy Yeah, you keepin' you silly, call on The phone with the millis. Smokin' that heat where It's chilly, you can't with me, nah You keep playin' F50, I don't like fifty, Nah And we rollin' them chickens, rollin' them chickens Up I like my blunts fat I like my bitches Bad but she can't handle that My mama, My mama, my lady, my baby, I ask you Just pray for me more My papa, my papa, My shawty, my partner, I know that you want Me to soar My sister, my sister, my brother, My brother, I know that you love me for Sure My daughter, my daughter, my life is a Portrait, I got you the minute I'm up The Minute, the minute, I swear that you got it, The minute, the minute I'm up The minute, The minute, I swear that you got it, the Minute, the minute I'm up My sister, My sister, my brother, my brother, just know that I love you for sure My daughter, my daughter, My life is a portrait, I got you the Minute I'm up Got it Real.
Boogiie Byrd — The Minute
«The Minute» — Boogiie Byrd. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:05. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
