I CRY Lyrics

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