Cry No More

G Herbo / Polo G / Lil Tjay

专辑：25

歌词

作词 : Herbert Wright

作曲 : Ramiro Oregel

Grrt, boom, boom

Lil Tjay

Oh, oh

Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys

Grandma tryna pray to the Lord

Raise hell if they take one of yours

My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored

Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score

Took a loss and that hurt to the core

Don't much how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour

I don't want to cry no more

Stood over bro on the floor dying

Thinking homicide, wasn't no crying

Hop out, glizzies, forties, and four-fives

Looking for the killers, ain't no time

Remember we was drilling, oh what a feeling

We ain't give a **** about no time

That was before time run on the opp now it's your time

Clips is еxtended for showtime

Wokе up, hit bro line

Back out in traffic before nine

We load it up, went on both sides

It's different phases, I did it perfect, amazing

Been on them *****es with no minds

I saw 'em bail out, headshot four times

Baby mama fell on the floor crying

Went on a lick, had to look before firing

'Cause my auntie, she shot with that dope line

Way too many niggas, when they died, I ain't even cry

I ain't even feel it, I can't even lie

Staying in my city, I might end up a homicide

Two gun cases 'cause I'm traumatized

Plus the police wanna kill a nigga, I wonder why

Bulletproof lack when I'm coming by

Ain't no saving them boys, I'ma still be the one to try

Hopefully ain't gotta kill one of mine

Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys

Grandma tryna pray to the Lord

Raise hell if they take one of yours

My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored

Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score

Took a loss and that hurt to the core

Don't much how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour

I don't want to cry no more

If he talking out his mouth, break his jaw

Mindful for the four and I'ma pour

Pain run through my body, can't ignore

Cold world got my heart so sore

I ain't tryna feel pain no more

Can't change, I'ma bang die for it

What you tryna live the gang life for

Don't cap if the lane not yours

I was a young nigga, misled every day, used to stay in the streets

Hustling, I could've missed rap, but I rock every day of the week

Nigga try me and get hit dead, all of my niggas playing for keeps

So you better off focusing instead, better not go that way, it get deep

I'm smoking dummy, it's busting, this shit to the point that a nigga can't feel nothing

Knew I was resisting unrest and I told all my shooters hoping they go kill something

I lost a couple of soldiers, I keep going on and so now I don't feel nothing

Crying, I'm lighting that steel drum

We gon' spin through the opps and they still run

Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys

Grandma tryna pray to the Lord

Raise hell if they take one of yours

My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored

Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score

Took a loss and that hurt to the core

Don't much how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour

I don't want to cry no more