He's got a Rollie on, he's talkin' 'bout a house on his wrist
That's a house, it must be one room and out of the bits
We're some trap boys, turnin' straight drop into hard
Make that coke bubble like there's Radox in the jar
They was raidin' my cell, I was raised in the Hell
He was fuckin' with the other side, I'll stain him as well
They don't ask how I feel, G, that's crazy as well
They're either askin' if it's true or for favors and help
They wanna see me lose but every day I prevail
Before I snitch on my goons you can take me to jail
Nah, I don't do nothin' basic, left them days up in Felts
Everybody gotta face it, I ain't takin' no L's
No more wonderin' what's next or stressin' it now
No more hand-to-hand sales, no more pressin' the white
But my block's like my ex-girl, the best of the times
I love them both but can't be there for the rest of my life
Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys
My youngin' don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine
My girl know it's hard, I'm sorry but I try
My life changed fast, heard you worried all the time
And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day
That be the same one's that's tellin' me it's time to play
I wasted time in jail, I ain't got no time for games
You know that feelin' when you can't leave but time escapes?
Lost a .44 long, now I'm coppin' a Smith &
I was left back wrong but now it's proper positions
Where I'm from you've gotta turn them sorrows to livin'
I've got money and it turned the word borrow to givin'
Think twice 'bout poppin' my chain
'Cause if it's not you, your friend's gonna drop in exchange
Feds found fifty racks when they were stoppin' my Range
I told them, "Officer, that shit up in my pocket is change"
Better stop with the games
I'm gettin' double that to hop on the stage
Or you can triple that
I'm makin' money like them niggas kickin' ball
But I'm kickin' back, spittin' raps, flippin' packs
Chasin' this bag, there's no way I can miss a rack
I like this life but it's hard to be me
I've gotta switch the whip and keep the tint darker than C
Still up on the ends bro, it's hard just to leave
I never cried when bro died but it was hard just to sleep
Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys
My youngin' don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine
My girl know it's hard, I'm sorry but I try
My life changed fast, heard you worried all the time
And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day
That be the same one's that's tellin' me it's time to play
I wasted time in jail, I ain't got no time for games
You know that feelin' when you can't leave but time escapes?
I've seen time escape, in jail it happens any time of day
You know 'bout when your body's sleepin' but your mind's awake?
In case a nigga tries to creep in when you're sleepin'
They don't even do it now, them niggas sleepin' just for speakin'
They don't give a fuck 'bout the stuff that I did
All that matters is I'm up, now they're suckin' my dick
I got nicked for a shootin' that happened on-
I weren't even in the country, I just-
Yo, I'm drivin' in this foreign, came from back of the whips
Opp block settin', jump out, we're slappin' it quick
You ain't never touched an opp but you're slappin' your chick
My trap's twenties, no tens, like a packet of cigs
Never thought one day that I'd be actually rich
Yo, I'm so far from it but I'm patternin' it
It's just a matter of time, B109 slappin' the nine
Bullets in your front shatter your spine
Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys
My youngin' don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine
My girl know it's hard, I'm sorry but I try
My life changed fast, heard you worried all the time
And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day
That be the same one's that's tellin' me it's time to play
I wasted time in jail, I ain't got no time for games
You know that feelin' when you can't leave but time escapes?
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Don't Cry - Fredo
