F430 – No cry (English lyrics)

Chorus (Jet) :
I didn’t get the same life as you
I had to start up my own dope spot
My mom is in deep shit all up to her neck
Daddy would turn his back on us
No mama, no mama, no cry
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son won’t do anymore wrong
No mama, no mama, no cry
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son is flying away to Miami

1st verse (Jet) :
During my life, I’ve had nothing but problems
My family, the misery, my anger
Forced me to do nothing but stupid shit
I grew up, I understood that
Everything that happens to you, you deserve it
If you insist too much, you’ll stray away
If you do nothing, you’ll end up dead
Uncle, it’s either death or tchitchi
Uncle, it’s either death or you start selling drugs
Today, I’m into rap
I’m doing it as if I was setting up a plan
I’m doing it even if I know that it’s dangerous
I’m doing it because I don’t really have any other choice
No choice, no choice

Bridge (Jet) :
Death or tchitchi
Death or tchitchi
Death or tchitchi
No mama, no mama, no cry
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son is flying away to Miami

2nd verse (Sensei) :
2 steps away from losing my mind, mama would tell me “don”t worry about it”
Life has it’s way of doing things, six years old and I’m the man of the house
I braved the storm and yet I’m not the person that has it the worst
This world is spinning backwards, a joint in order to stifle my rancor
A little too emotional, maybe that’s what gonna cause the death of me
I’m ready to do anything for profits, my loved ones agony is the reason
Lurking around in the building hallway is over, it’s a path filled with mines, I flew away
Mama, your words still resonate, what doesn’t kill you make you stronger, hey yeah

Chorus (Jet) :
I didn’t get the same life as you
I had to start up my own dope spot
My mom is in deep shit all up to her neck
Daddy would turn his back on us
No mama, no mama, no cry
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son won’t do anymore wrong
No mama, no mama, no cry
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son is flying away to Miami

Outro (Jet) :
Your son is flying away to Miami
Uncle, it’s either death or tchitchi
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son won’t do anymore wrong
No mama, no mama, no cry
Your son is flying away to Miami
Uncle, it’s either death or tchitchi
Your son is flying away to Miami

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