I Cry

Lique look, yo

I'm not passive aggressive, I get violent
Cuz the niggas that I grew up with, was always wildin
Down a fifth of Hennessy then start freestyling
With a Glock in his hand, spitting bars to change the climate
Hotter than the sun, bet this toaster burn your buns
Niggas getting blasted in the city where I'm from
My boy on the run for some coke and a drum
Marched down on a nigga with the steadiest rhythm

But I ain't here to talk about, ain't have shit to do with that
How you cheering he got killed, when you ain't even like that
That slight jack, will your whole body on an ice pack
And have RIP you written centered cross a dad hat, it's like that
So before you fix your lips and try to fight back, be quiet scrap
They giving you a chance to rewrite that
Not never in the streets, but my partner he can't say that
And he done held me down, and for that could never pay back



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Writer(s): Malique Mclean
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