Mama Don't Cry

(专辑： Adam - 2018)

[Kempi:]
Mama don't cry
I know that the streets is a jungle
I've got a machete on me like I'm Rambo
I don't wanna die
If they come for me I let the gun blow
[?] 'Cause mama I was born to make it
[?] For haters
Mandem are beefing paigons
So I keep my gun at bay

[Ard Adz:]
I love my mama cah mama's never lied to me
Grinding in the gutter, made my mama always cry for me
I can't bury mum I'd rather mum bury me
I know some brudda's that would rise it up and write with me
I'd lose an eye for them
Clutch and do some time for them
My mama's telling me I'm running out of time again
Use your time wisely cah you can't get the time again
I got some paigons, got a fizzy and a.9 for them
I love my brudda's cah my brudda's like some fam to me
Even though I'm Muslim all my brudda's going ham for me
He's rolling with a burner and he's looking for the murder
With a rusty looking turner so you know he'll let it bang for me

I smell death when that wind blows by
So I'm stepping with a weapon, tell a prick don't try
Tell my mama don't cry
Until Allah says I must then mom I won't die

[Kempi:]
Mama don't cry
I know that the streets is a jungle
I've got a machete on me like I'm Rambo
I don't wanna die
If they come for me I let the gun blow
[?] 'Cause mama I was born to make it
[?] For haters
Mandem are beefing paigons
So I keep my gun at bay

[Ard Adz:]
I just mind my own business, sipping on a Tetley
Brudda's wanna tent me and the hood's just full of envy
Riding in my Corsa, tank was always empty
To you it's just a Corsa but to me it was a Bentley
I used to get the food from brudda's up in Bexley
Drive it up to Bletchley while I'm sipping on a Pepsi
Trying to get a mill now and I ain't on to Heskey
I'm stacking all my money I ain't spending it on Fendi
Catch me out in Netherlands I'm kicking it with Kempi
My brudda saw the vengeance, he'll be slapping out your Benzy
But it's nothing new, you know how the slums will go
Little brudda's trying to catch a body cause his funds are low

I smell death when that wind blows by
So I'm stepping with a weapon, tell a prick don't try
Tell my mama don't cry
Until Allah says I must then mom I won't die

[Kempi:]
Mama don't cry
I know that the streets is a jungle
I've got a machete on me like I'm Rambo
I don't wanna die
If they come for me I let the gun blow
[?] 'Cause mama I was born to make it
[?] For haters
Mandem are beefing paigons
So I keep my gun at bay