Can't Cry Lyrics

Soulll, stalking, calling

Hurt, hurt

Squad, squad, squad, squad

The bitches, act the same a lot

Niggas, never change they plot

Visions, I could see it rotting

Killers, you could meet the shottahs

No, I do not advise it

For the hoes, That do not apply

And to be real witchu

I really still be lying

Ma I tried to change, I'm sorry

But this pain I

I cannot take it

My soul

I cannot change it

Ima mud baby

I'm swollen

Like what the fuck though

You feel tht vibe when I come in the room, these niggas stuck doe

She passed me a pill that look like a sticker but I don't touch those, ugh

I left the block when I go back I might just cut dope, uh

I hit LA told kofi I'm from the slums doe uh

I told kofi when I hit the block I'm going cutthroat uh

I can't cry, a nigga die ima make a murder mass

Tight, these niggas be on my nerves, fuck it nd I was already tight, Oh

I can't dream I popped a beam, like bae don't get me mad, ugh

You steady steaming when we smoke weed, like bro don't pass it back, uh

Told bro stop speeding after the scene like nigga just drive relax, uh

I'm missing calls through securus and can't even dial back, ugh

This nigga stalking, keep calling my bitch ima have to get him whacked, Blrtttt

I had Flickers on em' trips everytime I made it back, uh

Guns legal in the X this shit look like the raq, uh

I feel like curry with this tech I just popped a 30 flat

Ohhh ohhh ohh ohhh oh oh

Mmm-mh it's da Shooters

Ohhh ohhh ohh uhhh uh

Mass Murder, Mass Shootings

Ohhh, ohh oh ohh oh oh

Bend back, if they ain't outside you gotta bend back

Where he at, the nigga keep talking bout me gone get his wig tapped

Everything gone die on my soul

I know niggas dead

One nigga gone die forsure he got court and he ain't een' saying none

I just gave ya bread on my toes, I probably should get a say so

One nigga got shot forsure, and he know and he ain't even said nothin

I fucked up, feeling Wrong

Gotta get it, my dad son

These hoes gone treat me wrong

Them niggas don't feel me no

I Fucked up, chilling witch y'all

Ex treesh wanna set me up

Grew up, I feel mature

Them niggas filth forsure

I brought my stick forsure

Allah just let me know

I ride wit killas too

I probably raked the sto

I Popped up wit 34, when he said 36

Get switches for under six

Them bitches gone get u litt

My brother done turned a bitch

Swore nines to never switch

I tried to pay attention

I told 'em and they ain't listen

Ohhh ohhh ohh ohhh oh oh

Ohhh ohh oh oh mh mmh