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Kyng Jutt - Legends Never Die (feat. Rickayia & Dirty Red) Lyrics




I seen this quote and it had said that grief is love with no place to go
And at first I couldn't wrap my head around what that could possibly mean
But then as I had time to sit and reflect, I grew some understanding
And to me it means that once you have a loved one who is no longer with you anymore

When they're no longer alive for you to be able to tell them with your words how much you love them
When you can no longer shower them with your love anymore
Or them even being able to experience what your love even is, then yes
At that point grief is love with no place to go

So I guess I'll just be holding on to my love for you until we meet again
And until then, I'll just keep reminding myself every day that real legends never die
I love you dad, forever and always
Tamika son

Let me in let a gangster tell his story a cool ass killer off in some Maury's
When I die, let Mac tell my story. Had a lot of niggas under pressure like Cory
Let me in, let a gangster tell his story. A cool ass killer, Off in some Maury's
When I die, let Mac tell my story. Had a lot of niggas under pressure like Cory
Sparrows
I'm tired of you slow learners. Shit, I'm humble in my hood. Keep beams on my own burners

Chop niggas for that old bread. I binges with them old heads, in front of old heads
Now I'm rolling through the south side. 40 on my lap, and my motherf*cking mouth wide
Thinking how I slept and let them touch me. Knowing niggas really can't f*ck with me
Soul of a hustler, heart of a real nigga. Laying with my K like I'ma kill niggas

Praying for the day he make that appeal nigga. So I can reunite with some real niggas
Them niggas pussy please, you ain't seen hard

From the top to the bottom nigga. We know who hitting but shit, we don't know who shot him nigga
He wasn't on point so that 40 Tony Parked em nigga. Black mask shit, black casket

As I'm sitting in this kitchen nigga. Drying deuce after deuce from all this whipping nigga
My bitch yelling downstairs, she said he tripping nigga. Phone ringing off the hook, the spot clicking nigga
Her light chuckle like yeah, my shorty tripping nigga. She think I hustle dumb hard for all these bitches nigga
I'm trying to make sure we eat, I ain't the richest nigga. But one more flip, I'll be the richest nigga

I'm in these streets where they'll kill a nigga. Respect my hustle, these hoes feel a nigga
Guess her hubby's a lame, I keep it trilla nigga. Now do me a solid and tuck these Reggie Millers nigga
All my shooters get that work done
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I seen this quote and it had said that grief is love with no place to go
And at first I couldn't wrap my head around what that could possibly mean
But then as I had time to sit and reflect, I grew some understanding
And to me it means that once you have a loved one who is no longer with you anymore

When they're no longer alive for you to be able to tell them with your words how much you love them
When you can no longer shower them with your love anymore
Or them even being able to experience what your love even is, then yes
At that point grief is love with no place to go

So I guess I'll just be holding on to my love for you until we meet again
And until then, I'll just keep reminding myself every day that real legends never die
I love you dad, forever and always
Tamika son

Let me in let a gangster tell his story a cool ass killer off in some Maury's
When I die, let Mac tell my story. Had a lot of niggas under pressure like Cory
Let me in, let a gangster tell his story. A cool ass killer, Off in some Maury's
When I die, let Mac tell my story. Had a lot of niggas under pressure like Cory
Sparrows
I'm tired of you slow learners. Shit, I'm humble in my hood. Keep beams on my own burners

Chop niggas for that old bread. I binges with them old heads, in front of old heads
Now I'm rolling through the south side. 40 on my lap, and my motherf*cking mouth wide
Thinking how I slept and let them touch me. Knowing niggas really can't f*ck with me
Soul of a hustler, heart of a real nigga. Laying with my K like I'ma kill niggas

Praying for the day he make that appeal nigga. So I can reunite with some real niggas
Them niggas pussy please, you ain't seen hard

From the top to the bottom nigga. We know who hitting but shit, we don't know who shot him nigga
He wasn't on point so that 40 Tony Parked em nigga. Black mask shit, black casket

As I'm sitting in this kitchen nigga. Drying deuce after deuce from all this whipping nigga
My bitch yelling downstairs, she said he tripping nigga. Phone ringing off the hook, the spot clicking nigga
Her light chuckle like yeah, my shorty tripping nigga. She think I hustle dumb hard for all these bitches nigga
I'm trying to make sure we eat, I ain't the richest nigga. But one more flip, I'll be the richest nigga

I'm in these streets where they'll kill a nigga. Respect my hustle, these hoes feel a nigga
Guess her hubby's a lame, I keep it trilla nigga. Now do me a solid and tuck these Reggie Millers nigga
All my shooters get that work done
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Writer: Ricky Jones, Rickayia Jones
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