Hood Cry
Huh
Naaaaaaah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Momma Gina wanted to avort me
Every morning, thank lord cause I'm here homie yeah
Mom you love me now, back then you hate me
I went to the church and Gerry pray for me
The other days my cousin text me
I'm like damn they remember me
16 Years without my family
I got too many scars but you can't see it
Mama, so many words to describe you
Sometimes I love you and I hate you
I found some pills underneath her matress
You tried to kill me yeah, I can't blame you aah
I cried a lot when you said my dad lost his soul woah
I don't trust niggas, my own blood did me wrong
OG told me I can't be in the street cause they fake huh
Too many bitches play with my heart
So I can't trust no ones
Too many snakes around me
I'm gon ride wit one
I need to move smart
I don't wanna die young
Post in the corner servin to crack fins
Nigga die in the cold street,
Mama cries yea yeah yeah yeah yeah
I feel her pain, I feel her pain yeah
Little girl hurt cause some niggas rape her
She wake up naked with blood and so scared
I saw some fake baddies on Instagram
She need some confidence to cover his pain
Her mama gettin sick, she gotta chase a bag
She dance in the club and start a Only fans
She hide her pain with bloody shoes and birkin bag
White t dope boy got it from a paper bag
Hussle and motivated like Nipsey
Ballin like kobe R.I.P Gigi
My real dawg knows me, they call me Gigi
I'm not gang gang, I got mob ties
I'm drippin like a saint I was baptized
Keep going up nigga, no pain no gain
My nigga with CC, he poppin banks
He takes too much pills and he passed away
I told myself I can't touch this, I need a better way
He drink this Lean to make the pain go away
Boy you need some racks you gotta make it today yeah yeah
Trappin all night looooong yeah
I'm here for my ownnnnnn yeah
Straight from the bottom
I was down for my dawg yeah
I gotta run it up until I'm gone, I gotta ball yeah yeah
I gotta ball so hopped in the wraith yeah yeah
Drippin water like Micheal Phelps yeah yeah
Keep 40 cause a lot niggas gon hate me
Remember cops hit my doors
Tryna arrest me yeah yeah
Hood cry hood cry hood cry yeah
Hmm hmm
No no no no no no no no
Naaaaaaah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Momma Gina wanted to avort me
Every morning, thank lord cause I'm here homie yeah
Mom you love me now, back then you hate me
I went to the church and Gerry pray for me
The other days my cousin text me
I'm like damn they remember me
16 Years without my family
I got too many scars but you can't see it
Mama, so many words to describe you
Sometimes I love you and I hate you
I found some pills underneath her matress
You tried to kill me yeah, I can't blame you aah
I cried a lot when you said my dad lost his soul woah
I don't trust niggas, my own blood did me wrong
OG told me I can't be in the street cause they fake huh
Too many bitches play with my heart
So I can't trust no ones
Too many snakes around me
I'm gon ride wit one
I need to move smart
I don't wanna die young
Post in the corner servin to crack fins
Nigga die in the cold street,
Mama cries yea yeah yeah yeah yeah
I feel her pain, I feel her pain yeah
Little girl hurt cause some niggas rape her
She wake up naked with blood and so scared
I saw some fake baddies on Instagram
She need some confidence to cover his pain
Her mama gettin sick, she gotta chase a bag
She dance in the club and start a Only fans
She hide her pain with bloody shoes and birkin bag
White t dope boy got it from a paper bag
Hussle and motivated like Nipsey
Ballin like kobe R.I.P Gigi
My real dawg knows me, they call me Gigi
I'm not gang gang, I got mob ties
I'm drippin like a saint I was baptized
Keep going up nigga, no pain no gain
My nigga with CC, he poppin banks
He takes too much pills and he passed away
I told myself I can't touch this, I need a better way
He drink this Lean to make the pain go away
Boy you need some racks you gotta make it today yeah yeah
Trappin all night looooong yeah
I'm here for my ownnnnnn yeah
Straight from the bottom
I was down for my dawg yeah
I gotta run it up until I'm gone, I gotta ball yeah yeah
I gotta ball so hopped in the wraith yeah yeah
Drippin water like Micheal Phelps yeah yeah
Keep 40 cause a lot niggas gon hate me
Remember cops hit my doors
Tryna arrest me yeah yeah
Hood cry hood cry hood cry yeah
Hmm hmm
No no no no no no no no
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