JKOLS - Miss My Niggas [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Fact is im a black kid, who can't wear his hoodie cause they clap kids

Backwards ain't the youth suppose to live long? Shot my nigga, killed a nigga

Now police phone his home, tell his mother stay strong. And put him in

A gallery. They grabbed they 9, split him down now coroners

Gathering G. Just take a pause, and look up at his family tree, then knock a branch

Off that bitch, when he cease to breathe. 10 o' clock breaking news, seen G

On the TV screen. Heart breaking evidence Killed with skittles and a tea. Man thats ice cold

I refuse to be a victim of the Devil, plead the blood of Christ im a rebel. G's do

Die, but they come back with 3

Travion Martin, Mike B, and Erick G. You see im scared stiff to plant my

Seed, Cause cops are meant to make em bleed. But do not be deceived I'll ride

For mine. Rub them eyes swear to God see I will die for mine. I supply the fuck'n

Fade, if they out of line...Im out of my time, I feel like Saddam, I feel like dropping bombs

Kill me if you want, cause theres more of my kind. Taze me if

You, and spark the hate in my mind. They tried to break my soul but nah, it to divine

The say damn this niggas strong. Cause im the master Design, yeah Cause im the master Design

You can put me in the dirt daily but watch me climb maybe Ill sit next to God

Lord knows my whole life I scraped like a dog. My future was never clear I was

Born in the fog. 6,2 but when you hell low you never to tall. nah never to

Tall, strife in my soul and ambition in my soul. God watch how I ball. Watch

How I ball. I wanna load the clip, and spray then watch them fall. Like the branches

Of a destroyed family tree under the saw. R.I.P Travion, Mike B, and Erick G. God bless em all