Conversations Songtext
von Kelvin Ricch

Hey son!
Be a good boy
Your dad was a broke boy
He was on the low boy
Don′t want you to taste from the suffering that I tasted
At least I got your every single thing that you wanted
Live your dream and never let your life be wasted
I was let down by all the friends that I trusted
Keep on your grind!
Put the money on your mind
You know you gotta grind
Yuh
I had a broke dad
You got a broke dad
But I worked hard
But I worked hard
Put family first and put the bitches last
Yeah
Never trust the bitches
They'll come for your richies


Break your heart in pieces
And leave it up in stitches
You know I call them witches
Please be patient and really quiet as a dove
But remember you also gotta love
Don′t go for beauty, don't go for curves
Sometimes they really hurt
Just like a knife I swear to God they cut
Go for what you feel inside
Son that's how to get a bride
Try!
Don′t take the seeds less
You know family first
Always be sacrificial
Cos it′s always beneficial
Grew up with just a father
You know how that feels
Didn't even bother
It was really mean
Son! I never want you to taste from the things that I tasted

Hey son!
Be a good boy
Your dad was a broke boy
He was on the low boy
Don′t want you to taste from the suffering that I tasted
At least I got your every single thing that you wanted
Live your dream and never let your life be wasted
I was let down by all the friends that I trusted

Hey son!
Be a good boy
Your dad was a broke boy
He was on the low boy
Don't want you to taste from the suffering that I tasted
At least I got your every single thing that you wanted
Live your dream and never let your life be wasted
I was let down by all the friends that I trusted
Nigga
Woah