Tears Lyrics

Turn the beat up a little bit

Look

Pain up in my eyes but this bezel got my heart froze

Started with a quarter now we moving like the narcos

Trips to California stuffing baggies in my cargos

Feel like Richard Porter S class color charcoal

Shop until the mall close, but never in no mall clothes

Drowning in Amiri hit up Louis I need all those

My shooter scratch the barcode from off a semi auto

Head up on a swivel gotta make it to tomorrow

Behind that little front of yours, I could see the bitch in you

Show em what a switch a do

And treat it like a business move

Motivated hustler moving like I don't got shit to loose

Ask around my city motherfuckers don't got shit to prove

Talk bout what I didn't do, shit I can't be bothered with

Won't let em catch me slipping I cant leave my youngin father less

Sertraline pulled me from a hole that I was falling in

Numbing my emotions I ain't think that I would walk again

Devil on my nightstand dreams creeping up on me

Speaking for the streets real niggas know wassup with me

I can't name too many rap niggas that can fuck with me

A real heart breaker why the fuck she put her trust in me

I always got my gun on me the time I got is borrowed

The bottom of a bottle where I'm hiding all my sorrows

You see me smile today but I could be gone by tomorrow

Yeah

Said I could be gone by tomorrow

Conversations with my demons I can't let 'em get the best of me

Looked into the sky and heard him say this shit was meant for me

I put in overtime so why the fuck do niggas envy me

No puedo hacerlo mas, these perkies tryna take control of me

Trapped in my mind can you hear my thoughts

Told my brothers Imma ride till the wheels fall off

How long I gotta cry till you hear my call

I'm just praying we survive yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah I struggle with nightmares, coppers they don't fight fair

Shackles on my ankles wondering if Imma die there

Popping different pills I was tryna keep my mind clear

Full of dog food serving junkies out of fine fair

Even on my time spared, gotta make the most of it

Warzone in my head I'm just hoping they don't notice it

My paranoia killing me, my baby mother over it

Living by a code told my brothers imma go for them

And I know that they hate me, niggas couldn't take me

Caught him at a drive thru, pussy caught a eight piece

The way I got Roc, they comparing me to Jay Z

I gave y'all the blue print yall fuck niggas lazy

I guess they want a handout, reason that my ops broke

I was taught to hustle, learned to get it from a snot nose

Crushing up some Tylenol and sell it like it's pot roast

But it's crazy I still got those

Tears all in my eyes but the bezel got my heart froze

Started with a quarter now we movin like the narcos

Trips to California stuffing baggies in my cargos

Feel like Richard Porter S class color charcoal

Shop until the mall close, but never in no mall clothes

Drowning in Amiri hit up Louis I need all those

My shooter scratch the barcode from off a semi auto

Head up on a swivel gotta make it to tomorrow