Can't Cry

Soulll, stalking, calling
Hurt, hurt
Squad, squad, squad, squad
The bitches, act the same a lot
Niggas, never change they plot
Visions, I could see it rotting
Killers, you could meet the shottahs
No, I do not advise it
For the hoes, That do not apply
And to be real witchu
I really still be lying
Ma I tried to change, I'm sorry
But this pain I
I cannot take it
My soul
I cannot change it
Ima mud baby
I'm swollen
Like what the fuck though
You feel tht vibe when I come in the room, these niggas stuck doe
She passed me a pill that look like a sticker but I don't touch those, ugh
I left the block when I go back I might just cut dope, uh
I hit LA told kofi I'm from the slums doe uh
I told kofi when I hit the block I'm going cutthroat uh
I can't cry, a nigga die ima make a murder mass
Tight, these niggas be on my nerves, fuck it nd I was already tight, Oh
I can't dream I popped a beam, like bae don't get me mad, ugh
You steady steaming when we smoke weed, like bro don't pass it back, uh
Told bro stop speeding after the scene like nigga just drive relax, uh
I'm missing calls through securus and can't even dial back, ugh
This nigga stalking, keep calling my bitch ima have to get him whacked, Blrtttt
I had Flickers on em' trips everytime I made it back, uh
Guns legal in the X this shit look like the raq, uh
I feel like curry with this tech I just popped a 30 flat

Ohhh ohhh ohh ohhh oh oh
Mmm-mh it's da Shooters
Ohhh ohhh ohh uhhh uh
Mass Murder, Mass Shootings
Ohhh, ohh oh ohh oh oh

Bend back, if they ain't outside you gotta bend back
Where he at, the nigga keep talking bout me gone get his wig tapped
Everything gone die on my soul
I know niggas dead
One nigga gone die forsure he got court and he ain't een' saying none
I just gave ya bread on my toes, I probably should get a say so
One nigga got shot forsure, and he know and he ain't even said nothin
I fucked up, feeling Wrong
Gotta get it, my dad son
These hoes gone treat me wrong
Them niggas don't feel me no
I Fucked up, chilling witch y'all
Ex treesh wanna set me up
Grew up, I feel mature
Them niggas filth forsure
I brought my stick forsure
Allah just let me know
I ride wit killas too
I probably raked the sto
I Popped up wit 34, when he said 36
Get switches for under six
Them bitches gone get u litt
My brother done turned a bitch
Swore nines to never switch
I tried to pay attention
I told 'em and they ain't listen

Ohhh ohhh ohh ohhh oh oh
Ohhh ohh oh oh mh mmh