Song Cry 95

Can't nobody feel my pain, nigga too much on my brain
I wish I could go back in time when I was young and sane
But I been thru the streets, by this time I'm insane, I done changed
Nigga we was shooting like we was posted at the range
Now I look back at it, all them niggas was some lames
They wasn't tryna get no money, boy I had to change my lanes
I come from where young niggas kill you for some change
And they ah make it bloody tryna get some chains
Pop a Percocet, go for a hit cuz I got aim
Slide up on that block, all I know is make it sing
Niggas be sneak dissing, you can hear me drop a pin
And every time I'm shooting, I be tryna see some brains
Nigga what you did to me, you gon feel that pain
I don't wanna work it out, it ain't nun to say
Just know I know where you lay yo head at and where you stay
I'm gon give it patience, you gon have to pay one day
I seen yo ass on the 5, you ain't even spray
It was cool just a while ago, everything done changed
You can't even walk through the hood without pain
All of my old friends fake saying that I changed
My only goal was to go and get me a lil name
Could you blame me? I was tryna get some change
EBK, it don't matter what's yo gang
You could be my peoples, you cross me and then it's up with you
50 drum on my Glock, so you better run quicker
I had to realize that you fake and I can't fuck with you
Why would I come around If I don't even trust niggas?
Been thru it all, it ain't my fault that I don't love niggas
You shoulda stayed down, you was saying you was solid
I was at yo corner every time you had a problem
Ride with you, woulda died for you, Ima solve it
I rode till the wheels fell off with no mileage
I wish we had a better run, man that shit was childish
You was my mans, then you went and did some wild shit
I couldn't believe it, what you did was some foul shit
Took it to the chin, I ain't tripping, that's that street shit
Separated myself, you ain't wanna see me be shit
I was so fucked up, my niggas changed, I'm on that creep shit
I got my Glock, nowadays I'm playing defense
Get shot up in yo face, we ain't with that reaching
You can't change my mind, I'm in the streets, stop that preaching
Homicide on my brain every 4 seasons
Only difference now, I be smoking in Four Seasons
I cut em off, all them niggas commit treason
Why you act surprised? You gave me that reason
We used to be geeked as fuck, man we was leaning
It's my fault, you can't trust no one up in Cleveland
It's my fault, I can't trust no one up in Cleveland