Dry My Eyes
I ain't accepting no more pain
Fuck what them niggas wanna do to me
My Glock in hand it ain't gone jam
Don't need no one to shoot for me
No cocking back one in the head
Now this for all the bloodshed
This for me being traumatized
This for my tears I wiped my eyes
This for me being alone at times
For making me confide in someone giving up in time
Like how you left me and alive
I feel that heartbreak deep inside
I took too long but that's my pride
Truth is I'll give up every dime
Still put my life down on the line
You hit my line I'm finna ride
So many times I could've died
Don't think bout that just write my rhymes
And I had visions I had signs but I ignored em every time
That go for everything
Work hard I'm gone get everything
You think I got this nine and ain't gone shoot
I buss at everything
Hustle harder than I had to be
Blue hunnits buy you anything
Worked hard to get right here
Refuse to give that up for anything
Anywhere I go you know that Glock be stuffed in my designer jeans
Hope I go the day not clapping that but niggas want some fame
You miss your shot I'm clapping back
I swing the door and hit his brain
You heard them tires screeching off subsequent to like thirty bangs
Them niggas played with us now I just wanna hear my gun sang
Them niggas played with us now I just wanna see a nigga slayed
It's people counting on me they don't even feel a nigga pain
Trying to be sane and shit
Hope you don't think bout going 'gainst the grain
Don't leave the house without that thing
Them niggas trying to take us out
I can't be sorry for my ways
It's just some shit I can't explain
Got love for me don't give up on me
Everybody make mistakes
You think bout taking something from me
This hollow finna eat yo face
I put that on lil jay
So ask yourself what you gone do for fame
I put that on lil jay
So ask yourself what you gone do for fame
Bitch nigga
Imma young rich nigga
Me and all my brothers came from nothing
We the shit nigga
Same bitch ain't wanna fuck now she can only suck my dick nigga
Now I don't even want the bitch
I might just let the jhits hit her
Kobe Byant in the Glock that's on my hip
Might have to kill a nigga
Before I let that lil hoe play with me won't have no dealings with ya
Kobe Bryant in the glock that's on my hip
Might have to kill a nigga
Before I let that lil hoe play with me won't have no dealings with ya
Fuck what them niggas wanna do to me
My Glock in hand it ain't gone jam
Don't need no one to shoot for me
No cocking back one in the head
Now this for all the bloodshed
This for me being traumatized
This for my tears I wiped my eyes
This for me being alone at times
For making me confide in someone giving up in time
Like how you left me and alive
I feel that heartbreak deep inside
I took too long but that's my pride
Truth is I'll give up every dime
Still put my life down on the line
You hit my line I'm finna ride
So many times I could've died
Don't think bout that just write my rhymes
And I had visions I had signs but I ignored em every time
That go for everything
Work hard I'm gone get everything
You think I got this nine and ain't gone shoot
I buss at everything
Hustle harder than I had to be
Blue hunnits buy you anything
Worked hard to get right here
Refuse to give that up for anything
Anywhere I go you know that Glock be stuffed in my designer jeans
Hope I go the day not clapping that but niggas want some fame
You miss your shot I'm clapping back
I swing the door and hit his brain
You heard them tires screeching off subsequent to like thirty bangs
Them niggas played with us now I just wanna hear my gun sang
Them niggas played with us now I just wanna see a nigga slayed
It's people counting on me they don't even feel a nigga pain
Trying to be sane and shit
Hope you don't think bout going 'gainst the grain
Don't leave the house without that thing
Them niggas trying to take us out
I can't be sorry for my ways
It's just some shit I can't explain
Got love for me don't give up on me
Everybody make mistakes
You think bout taking something from me
This hollow finna eat yo face
I put that on lil jay
So ask yourself what you gone do for fame
I put that on lil jay
So ask yourself what you gone do for fame
Bitch nigga
Imma young rich nigga
Me and all my brothers came from nothing
We the shit nigga
Same bitch ain't wanna fuck now she can only suck my dick nigga
Now I don't even want the bitch
I might just let the jhits hit her
Kobe Byant in the Glock that's on my hip
Might have to kill a nigga
Before I let that lil hoe play with me won't have no dealings with ya
Kobe Bryant in the glock that's on my hip
Might have to kill a nigga
Before I let that lil hoe play with me won't have no dealings with ya
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Powell
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