Boys Don't Cry
I'm sorta not your everyday recorder
Deliver these verses can I take your order
All I got is pain coupled with a lot of questions
It's a couple of things that I would like to mention
My bro took a wife without Pops blessing
That shit took his life I should've stopped the wedding
Money low and your daughter stressing
Searching my soul
I gotta know the fucking lesson
I always got the broads attention
I get em wet
With the same finger that start the engine
Then I take em back to my establishment
Flashy nigga
Overwhelming bitches with the shallow shit
I hit the gas and split no pitstops at night
I run through the lights
Jack boys trying to stop my life
The twinkle in my eye is just not as bright
Where my heart once was
There's just a block of ice
I just miss speaking with both my brothers
Last year uncovered
There's real demons that walk among us
My mind's full of dark corridors and tunnels
Things ain't cool between me and Lord above us
The rap game collapsing nine eleven
You cool now but you'd be average in '97
Got life shit I'm dealing with
Top 10 weak as shit
Half these niggas need to quit
I quit videos hate I had to see this shit
Skirt shirts tight pants
Nothing but Somizi shit
But I ain't doing okay
I'm writing though so I'm in the stu everyday
They try to blindfold Imo do it like Ray
And if another door close
Imo bully my way okay
The game is lost swear it need a tour guide
Since the tragic years when Wallace and Shakur died
Restore pride have fun ball out
Nobody makes it out alive man we all die
But boys don't cry Pops told me that
We take a shot for every tear that we're holding back
Real niggas rooting me on I got my foot in
Weak niggas jump on my songs and get a whooping
I go hard
I'm new so I'm improving
I ain't gotta say what I am the proof is in the pudding
I did what you wouldn't
Grind in the day at night I plot
Crawled out the gutter
Figured a way up out the block
Now I hit a thousand spots
And I'm all about the guap
What you crying about
Bitch is we gonna fuck or not
Whether I like or not
I'm caught up in his trap
Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back
But I can't do shit about the ones in inside
I keep a little liquor on side for all of mine who died
Now I have come to the crossroads in my life
I always knew what the right path was
Without exception I knew
But I never took it
You know why
It was too damn hard
Daydreaming of a bright future
I see my mind screwed up
I see my eyes cooked smoking on that mid hooker
Lord knows I been outta control
I hit the liquor
Real hard then I step in the zone
I lost a lot motherfuckers in this life you heard
I done felt pain everything in life is earned
I fall back with my Henny cup
Sipping on a lil something liquored up
Eyes blood red so you know what's up
Get yours while you breathe it's a must
I'm trying to feed my folks the key is the trust
I had a dream I was talking to the devil
He said he fights hard
Just to keep me in his menu
Fuck I'm at loss for words
Pop pills to calm my nerves
Since birth chose an elite truce to body surf
Spit real shit til we kick dust
Switch up
Keep serving the game with real stuff
It's a man's world
You can try to walk in my shoes
Really conflicted
Sometimes I get my people confused
But my heart's in the right place
I move with the right pace
My story reads nothing but truth
So you cannot fake
So many obstacles
Follow my lead I'll show you how to do
Manoeuvre through the trouble
I'm deep I can't afford to lose
Boys don't cry
I chose to fly
I'm trying to get it by any means
Y'all won't survive
My soul is dark
My Christ is light
I feel I got plenty to lose like Noah's Ark
But y'all don't hear me though
Pen words til they read me in these books
Spit crack til I'm feeding my crooks
I'm in the zone now
Fuck what you heard shit I'm a boss now
Al I know is that I'm working their hearts
Til a nigga fall down
Until I fall down
Hang me on a cross now
Resemble a Christ
I think it's clear that I deserve the crown
Yes it's still God Bless the God Blessed
Holla Mali Don
It's safe to say that my bruv's next
Nothing's impossible there's still a lot to do
Check the catalogue
I'm the definition of the truth
Gone
Deliver these verses can I take your order
All I got is pain coupled with a lot of questions
It's a couple of things that I would like to mention
My bro took a wife without Pops blessing
That shit took his life I should've stopped the wedding
Money low and your daughter stressing
Searching my soul
I gotta know the fucking lesson
I always got the broads attention
I get em wet
With the same finger that start the engine
Then I take em back to my establishment
Flashy nigga
Overwhelming bitches with the shallow shit
I hit the gas and split no pitstops at night
I run through the lights
Jack boys trying to stop my life
The twinkle in my eye is just not as bright
Where my heart once was
There's just a block of ice
I just miss speaking with both my brothers
Last year uncovered
There's real demons that walk among us
My mind's full of dark corridors and tunnels
Things ain't cool between me and Lord above us
The rap game collapsing nine eleven
You cool now but you'd be average in '97
Got life shit I'm dealing with
Top 10 weak as shit
Half these niggas need to quit
I quit videos hate I had to see this shit
Skirt shirts tight pants
Nothing but Somizi shit
But I ain't doing okay
I'm writing though so I'm in the stu everyday
They try to blindfold Imo do it like Ray
And if another door close
Imo bully my way okay
The game is lost swear it need a tour guide
Since the tragic years when Wallace and Shakur died
Restore pride have fun ball out
Nobody makes it out alive man we all die
But boys don't cry Pops told me that
We take a shot for every tear that we're holding back
Real niggas rooting me on I got my foot in
Weak niggas jump on my songs and get a whooping
I go hard
I'm new so I'm improving
I ain't gotta say what I am the proof is in the pudding
I did what you wouldn't
Grind in the day at night I plot
Crawled out the gutter
Figured a way up out the block
Now I hit a thousand spots
And I'm all about the guap
What you crying about
Bitch is we gonna fuck or not
Whether I like or not
I'm caught up in his trap
Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back
But I can't do shit about the ones in inside
I keep a little liquor on side for all of mine who died
Now I have come to the crossroads in my life
I always knew what the right path was
Without exception I knew
But I never took it
You know why
It was too damn hard
Daydreaming of a bright future
I see my mind screwed up
I see my eyes cooked smoking on that mid hooker
Lord knows I been outta control
I hit the liquor
Real hard then I step in the zone
I lost a lot motherfuckers in this life you heard
I done felt pain everything in life is earned
I fall back with my Henny cup
Sipping on a lil something liquored up
Eyes blood red so you know what's up
Get yours while you breathe it's a must
I'm trying to feed my folks the key is the trust
I had a dream I was talking to the devil
He said he fights hard
Just to keep me in his menu
Fuck I'm at loss for words
Pop pills to calm my nerves
Since birth chose an elite truce to body surf
Spit real shit til we kick dust
Switch up
Keep serving the game with real stuff
It's a man's world
You can try to walk in my shoes
Really conflicted
Sometimes I get my people confused
But my heart's in the right place
I move with the right pace
My story reads nothing but truth
So you cannot fake
So many obstacles
Follow my lead I'll show you how to do
Manoeuvre through the trouble
I'm deep I can't afford to lose
Boys don't cry
I chose to fly
I'm trying to get it by any means
Y'all won't survive
My soul is dark
My Christ is light
I feel I got plenty to lose like Noah's Ark
But y'all don't hear me though
Pen words til they read me in these books
Spit crack til I'm feeding my crooks
I'm in the zone now
Fuck what you heard shit I'm a boss now
Al I know is that I'm working their hearts
Til a nigga fall down
Until I fall down
Hang me on a cross now
Resemble a Christ
I think it's clear that I deserve the crown
Yes it's still God Bless the God Blessed
Holla Mali Don
It's safe to say that my bruv's next
Nothing's impossible there's still a lot to do
Check the catalogue
I'm the definition of the truth
Gone
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Writer(s): Malinge Dyasi
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