Tears I Cry

I was out shopping wit some of my partna's
When we get poppin we might spend a bag
Where I'm from it's silent but it's get still violent
Likely to get bodied fore you get a bag
Sippin on this tonic thinking of a sonnet
If I'm bein honest then I'm kinda glad
That I got to get through the shit I had
Niggas don't surrender when they throw in flags
Mom was in the field and dad was in the trap
Bitch I'm 23 and now I'm up to bat
I ain't got no angel wings on my back
I came out a goat and I started from scratch
I came up a pimp I can't help if I'm black
And she keep on talkin like they want me
I just count it up when I'm lonely
I been through too many one and onlys

Free my dogs cuz they took too many
Mad at god cuz he took too many
I been labeled as the one by too many
Now I can't give my heart to any
Except the family
I love that my family ain't friendly
Only time that we mention suicides
Is when the whip got more wings than a Bentley
Bro automatic
He clutching the semi
Keep it tuck
We brought the cutter to the cut
I got 3 Yg's on a bus
2 more on a 5 speed finna Rush
And they pullin up
Then it's up
Charging em double
For the dutch
Too many gang signs
Got em touched
He ain't a klutz
That was us

I was out shopping wit some of my partna's
When we get poppin we might spend a bag
Where I'm from it's silent but it's get still violent
Likely to get bodied fore you get a bag
Sippin on this tonic thinking of a sonnet
If I'm bein honest then I'm kinda glad
That I got to get through the shit I had
Niggas don't surrender when they throw in flags
Mom was in the field and dad was in the trap
Bitch I'm 23 and now I'm up to bat
I ain't got no angel wings on my back
I came out a goat and I started from scratch
I came up a pimp I can't help if I'm black
And she keep on talkin like they want me
I just count it up when I'm lonely
I been through too many one and onlys

I be in my zone
She be on the phone
Sayin she lonely but she not alone
Want me to pull as soon as he gone
Told her I'd fuck and put her in a song
Shit now that im on
She changin her tone
Sound like she wanna be the one at home
Baby I told you can't come along
I gotta stay wit my cliqué like a metronome
Too many don't make it out
The block was too hot but it's raining now
How much you gon make till you make it out
I don't think there's enough space in my bank account
Gang full of winners got nothing to lose
Just know the bottom ain't the lane you choose
I could never ever have the blues
When I got red bottoms on my shoes

I was out shopping wit some of my partna's
When we get poppin we might spend a bag
Where I'm from it's silent but it's get still violent
Likely to get bodied fore you get a bag
Sippin on this tonic thinking of a sonnet
If I'm bein honest then I'm kinda glad
That I got to get through the shit I had
Niggas don't surrender when they throw in flags
Mom was in the field and dad was in the trap
Bitch I'm 23 and now I'm up to bat
I ain't got no angel wings on my back
I came out a goat and I started from scratch
I came up a pimp I can't help if I'm black
And she keep on talkin like they want me
I just count it up when I'm lonely
I been thru too many one and onlys



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Writer(s): Trenten Hendricks
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