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marnz malone & kaymuni - i hate january lyrics

[intro]
it’s too late
there’s much too much for both of us to say
we never do it justice anyway
well, how do you know when to walk away?
so we remain
look

[verse 1: marnz malone]
my next door took his life and left a letter for his family
i felt like eminem and stanley
every day we wake, face pigs, rats and snakes
bro i guess he couldn’t take anymore of the jumanji
i think about nas and i get angry
bro died two weeks before his eighteenth birthday
that’s why i hate january
i had to stand over him to make him understand me
i was rolling with the nine, that was on top of thе hash key
mum kicked me out, i stayеd at ashleigh’s
she got two kids now and when i have mine, she’ll be an auntie
i’m not a villain, i’m a vigilante
i put on for the trenches from the trenches, think they’d thank me
i felt when chy said the bar ’bout basmati, canned beef
she cooked it with the white rice, we ate that every d+mn week
i sent my n+ggas money for their canteen
you wanna hear the maddest part? i ain’t had no money for my canteen
i was in the north east, cellmate a geordie
made screwface smile when i bought him the forty
free thirty like the time when you pick up the children
he’ll tell you, we kept shanks in our pocket like door keys
last time he saw me was when muni wet that yute up on the threes
“if i was you, i woulda”, yeah, yeah but bro you wasn’t me
why’s he looking at me funny? he must think he doesn’t bleed
why they asking me for p’s? they must think it comes with ease
[verse 2: kaymuni]
my bro died a few days in, that’s why i hate new years
boys don’t cry but that made me shed a few tears
couldn’t let m see, i waited till he went sleep
i wrote this when i was in a cell feeling empty
left packs with bentley, now muni need a maybach
i’ma be like thirty suttin when we get dange back
payback, i don’t care how much it costs
winning don’t feel the same, it matters how much you lost
my next door was hanging from a rope, his friends screamed for help
they found a letter to his family when they emptied his cell
not everybody makes it out but i can’t lie, i have to
even when i needed help, i still wouldn’t ask you
streets turned a boy into a man quick
you ain’t been through it then you wouldn’t understand it
he said he’s on the guys, bro i pulled up and slammed it
i wish that my life went the way i woulda planned it
i’ve fed more yutes than an orphanage
i throw my clothes in the car and i’m torching it
yo that pump’s worth five, i paid more for it
i can tell he ain’t really like that, he’s forcing it
i got bored of it, doing all that block time
they’re thinking i’m a rockstar, i still got a rock line
i can’t stop, i l!ck shots by the stop sign
i got mine, we ain’t pop stars boy, i pop mine
[outro]
it’s too late
there’s much too much for both of us to say
we never do it justice anyway
well, how do you know when to walk away?
so we remain

- marnz malone kaymuni lyrics

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