Buddy, too soon
Buddy, too soon

I would have liked to squat in the room
A Coca Cola cap I probe
It's cold you feel December coming
Mash'allah every two-three months we celebrate a birth

I would have liked to rap, to leave
I promised Mama we were going to cut out
Don't worry your son will recover
I listen to Kalif's advice, he's like my big brother

I would have liked to tell my buddy
Face to face, not to his photos
I would like to hold him back, tell him "don't go"
Poor thing Allah y rahmo he left too soon

Sometimes I'm sad I think back to the neighborhood
I feel less alone, it boosts my morale
He's like my brother, he's like my half
He knows me, he knows why my words rage

I wish you had made it
We can break, the team is strong
I can't roll the leaf is dead
And the jealous ones are knocking at the door
There are problems behind the door, buddy
There are cops behind the door, it's hot
They want to break us these bastards, it's too much
And we escape through the window, it's beautiful
I wish you had made it
We can break, the team is strong
I can't roll the leaf is dead
And the jealous ones are knocking at the door
There are problems behind the door, buddy
There are cops behind the door, it's hot
They want to break us these bastards, it's too much
And we escape through the window, it's beautiful

I'm in the hood
I'm in my bubble in two weeks I break my chip
Two feet on the table, a joint of amnesia I'm with my bitch
She lost it, I'm going to put it all in
In the end, we know it's deeper

They left me in the jail I was broken
I was talking to my lawyer I didn't even have my laces
We loved each other, we disappointed each other, we got tired
I look at the future and I cross out the past

I even think of you in my prayers
I hope tomorrow is better than yesterday
There's the joint going spoon
We are men we remain proud
I even think of you in my prayers
I hope tomorrow is better than yesterday
There's the joint going spoon
We are men we remain proud

I wish you had made it
We can break, the team is strong
I can't roll the leaf is dead
And the jealous ones are knocking at the door
There are problems behind the door, buddy
There are cops behind the door, it's hot
They want to break us these bastards, it's too much
And we escape through the window, it's beautiful

Buddy, too soon
Buddy, too soon

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