Ard Adz, Kempi - Mama Don't Cry lyrics
Ard Adz
[Ard Adz, Kempi - Mama Don't Cry lyrics]
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
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 a9 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
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
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
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
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
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 a9 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
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
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
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