Bogus Charms (feat. Meek Mill)

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M-M-M
 M-M-M-Maybach Music
 ♪
 Broken memories
 You will find a way
 ♪
 Rule number one is you can never rat
 Fucking with you suckers set a nigga back
 Break 'em down to baby sacks of Similac
 And the only things on tracks I'm serving is the facts
 Wanna pop the chain, kill you for your charm
 Never mind your name, call you Uncle Tom
 Shoot in front of bitches, never made a difference
 'Cause impressing all the pigeons was the biggest interest
 Quick to get it popping, nothing for your pockets
 Crack melt like Baskin Robbins, never break a promise
 Cops rushing doors, niggas flushing dope
 Who really tipping Crime Stoppers? You would never know
 Half my team illiterate, I know it sound pathetic
 But we can each get a brick that's on a line of credit
 Lot of niggas died over fake pieces
 And the day I go, I pray my son, he get to read this
 Broken memories always fade
 Live on and you will find a way
 Things will be okay, don't be afraid
 Live on and you will find a way (Maybach Music)
 Uh, I only remember nights that was post-traumatic
 So I'm never actin' bougie like I was supposed to have it
 Serving addicts, toting ladders, it was so dramatic
 Putting friends before my family my worsest habit
 'Cause in my hood, it ain't no friends when you get the Benz
 'Cause homie in the backseat wanna split your wig
 Just to play the driver seat and say he hit a lick
 And he gon' post it on the 'Gram like, "Don't forget the vid'"
 Seen niggas tell on their own homies just to get to LIV
 Miami on a Sunday just to commit them sins
 And these the ones we supposed to ride for, forget the kids
 Throw your life away for a nigga that wouldn't send your kids
 Twenty dollars when you in your bid
 This the way we live, the way we did
 'Cause I'm in the chains, fuck the way it is
 The way it was, now the only way is up
 I'm never into faking love, I'm only here to wake you up
 Young nigga
 Broken memories always fade
 Live on and you will find a way
 Things will be okay, don't be afraid
 Live on and you will find a way
 In a 9-11, came without a ceiling
 Can't imagine all the pain your brother was concealing
 When we order fully loaded 'cause it's so appealing
 Sue you and then do you for a couple million
 Started from the bottom, rip the carpet up
 Parents great examples 'cause they never argue much
 Air conditioner in the window, watch the water drip
 Premonitions of my death is what I wanna miss
 Pretty pictures of my kids the only ones I kiss (Lord)
 When you get a second chance, young brother, what a gift (Yes)
 New obituaries everywhere I look
 Praying every hour God keep me on His books (Jesus)
 Cemeteries, we pull up on 'em in foreign cars (Jesus)
 Extended payments elated, now met with open arms (Jesus)
 Look at all these rappers wearing bogus charms (Lord)
 When they barely pray for marijuana in cigars
 Broken memories always fade
 Live on and you will find a way
 Things will be okay, don't be afraid
 Live on and you will find a way
 

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Duration
04:01
Key
1
Tempo
87 BPM

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