Tears
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my damn self
God the only one can do it I need some damn help
This shit get harder as I get older, I'm a man, yeah
Parole is over, ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy, ayy
You know man, hey street niggas don't cry out in the open, man
But gangstas still cry, man, you feel me
Still care about shit, real talk
Mama told me whatever you do to be the best at it
So I'm tryna be the best trapper
Been out the penitentiary six years, I'm on my next chapter
New bitch so we ain't worried about no X-Factor
I don't make as much money so it's less static
Ayy, but I still gotta get this money
Swear to Allah my mama just spent 20 bands and some change
Nigga ain't no damn cappin
On a brick that a nigga hit, don't want this damn package
But square business, gave my bread back with no hassle
No hesitation, don't play me
Swear to God I ain't the one to play with, I'm crazy
Niggas snitching, ain't no way to save him, so slay him
We all running up this money, but who legs faster
Still trapping case yoll don't think I'm the best rapper
Gotta eat, cause rap no guarantee
In the barber shop, could only cry every time you stared at me
I missed three hospital visits, shit ain't fair to me
Feel like I need some therapy
My son innocent, damn Allah, this ain't fair to me
I don't know his condition, so this shit really scaring me
Shit crazy, I don't even cry when niggas die, man
Couldn't hold that shit back in the barber shop, but listen though
No matter what nobody tell you, J'ceon
Daddy here for life, I love you, son
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my damn self
God the only one can do it I need some damn help
This shit get harder as I get older, I'm a man, yeah
Parole is over, ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy
It's crazy, you can know somebody for 40 years, man
They don't switch up to you in your 30s, man
That's life though, man
Shit don't stay the same, but it is what it is, man
Mama asked me, can we all be on the same page
But me and you don't love the same way
Talk behind my back and say you love me on the same day
I miss you, but this relationship is some shit we can't save
I'm gone, and I can't stay
I wish I could
But that's a lesson that life taught me
Kaylee, I got everything that you done bought me
DJ, I know that these procedures moving slowly
On grandma Lee, this shit killing me softly, I see coffins
I got psoriasis and that shit look awful
Don't talk to Allah that much no more, I done lost it
Retake my Shahada, I ain't been praying often
In these streets, you wanna raise, then get up off your ass nigga
These niggas in snakes, you better cut your grass, nigga
Remember Mexico with Esie eating burritos
R.I.P. my brother, Mann, we shared a bag of Fritos
Aint seen my nigga in a minute, so shout out to Gio
Free my nigga Geezy, damn, what's up with Bino
Free my brother Fred, man, we used to cop a 50 block
In the compound, for they tore that down, that was the spitty spot
01', the projects, we ain't need nothing extra
Remember Wingfield on 40th, $2 special
My bitch a dime, I cannot wait to bless you, won't stress you
Happy place, I can't believe I met you
One day, bae, man, I'ma marry you, and that's official
Shout out to them niggas that fucked up and let me get you
In this booth, I'm remembering the first time I kissed you
Feel like the luckiest nigga alive when I am with you, how I get you
On God, since day one I met you, man
You been sticking there with a nigga, man
Keep being my peace, baby, 100
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my damn self
God the only one can do it I need some damn help
This shit get harder as I get older, I'm a man, yeah
Parole is over, ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my damn self
God the only one can do it I need some damn help
This shit get harder as I get older, I'm a man, yeah
Parole is over, ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy, ayy
You know man, hey street niggas don't cry out in the open, man
But gangstas still cry, man, you feel me
Still care about shit, real talk
Mama told me whatever you do to be the best at it
So I'm tryna be the best trapper
Been out the penitentiary six years, I'm on my next chapter
New bitch so we ain't worried about no X-Factor
I don't make as much money so it's less static
Ayy, but I still gotta get this money
Swear to Allah my mama just spent 20 bands and some change
Nigga ain't no damn cappin
On a brick that a nigga hit, don't want this damn package
But square business, gave my bread back with no hassle
No hesitation, don't play me
Swear to God I ain't the one to play with, I'm crazy
Niggas snitching, ain't no way to save him, so slay him
We all running up this money, but who legs faster
Still trapping case yoll don't think I'm the best rapper
Gotta eat, cause rap no guarantee
In the barber shop, could only cry every time you stared at me
I missed three hospital visits, shit ain't fair to me
Feel like I need some therapy
My son innocent, damn Allah, this ain't fair to me
I don't know his condition, so this shit really scaring me
Shit crazy, I don't even cry when niggas die, man
Couldn't hold that shit back in the barber shop, but listen though
No matter what nobody tell you, J'ceon
Daddy here for life, I love you, son
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my damn self
God the only one can do it I need some damn help
This shit get harder as I get older, I'm a man, yeah
Parole is over, ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy
It's crazy, you can know somebody for 40 years, man
They don't switch up to you in your 30s, man
That's life though, man
Shit don't stay the same, but it is what it is, man
Mama asked me, can we all be on the same page
But me and you don't love the same way
Talk behind my back and say you love me on the same day
I miss you, but this relationship is some shit we can't save
I'm gone, and I can't stay
I wish I could
But that's a lesson that life taught me
Kaylee, I got everything that you done bought me
DJ, I know that these procedures moving slowly
On grandma Lee, this shit killing me softly, I see coffins
I got psoriasis and that shit look awful
Don't talk to Allah that much no more, I done lost it
Retake my Shahada, I ain't been praying often
In these streets, you wanna raise, then get up off your ass nigga
These niggas in snakes, you better cut your grass, nigga
Remember Mexico with Esie eating burritos
R.I.P. my brother, Mann, we shared a bag of Fritos
Aint seen my nigga in a minute, so shout out to Gio
Free my nigga Geezy, damn, what's up with Bino
Free my brother Fred, man, we used to cop a 50 block
In the compound, for they tore that down, that was the spitty spot
01', the projects, we ain't need nothing extra
Remember Wingfield on 40th, $2 special
My bitch a dime, I cannot wait to bless you, won't stress you
Happy place, I can't believe I met you
One day, bae, man, I'ma marry you, and that's official
Shout out to them niggas that fucked up and let me get you
In this booth, I'm remembering the first time I kissed you
Feel like the luckiest nigga alive when I am with you, how I get you
On God, since day one I met you, man
You been sticking there with a nigga, man
Keep being my peace, baby, 100
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my damn self
God the only one can do it I need some damn help
This shit get harder as I get older, I'm a man, yeah
Parole is over, ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy
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Writer(s): Derek Brantley
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