Song Cry Lyrics

I can't see em coming down my eyes so I gotta make this song cry

I see my people when I look in the sky so I gotta make this song cry

I hear voices I'm just tryna survive so ima make this song cry

I can't see em coming down my eyes so I gotta make this song cry

Cool dude we ate noodles wasn't no cooked food

Niggas broke from buying drip just tryna look cool

Why you tryna play the streets just find a good school

I could never break the code that's just a major rule

Talk out loud don't whisper nun what you say fool

It going down up in the trenches niggas play wit tools

Some loose screws play it cool streets ain't got a rule

Niggas killing kids then tell they hood like shit is cool

Niggas shooting moms then tell the block they think this shit is cool shoulda went to school you niggas fuckin fools

We ain't wanna live this life but now we tucking tools

The opps they know wassup for real no we ain't ducking moves

What I'm rapping we be living talkin literal

Niggas got no sense I swear the streets is getting pitiful

Boy is 14 he already did a drill or two

And he don't even know what happened boy off a pill or two

Grown at 16 already did a bid or two

By 18 he already got a kid or two

They know I'm here to speak the real and I ain't kidding you

The men in blue they label all of us as criminals

Brother from another if you black then you a criminal

And all the jails is filled brothers cus we typical

I'm here to speak the facts about the hood it ain't political

We just need accountability and principles

Talk that shit that you could feel man I ain't rapping just for fun

Make some money off this shit I'm onna grind until it's done

Know it's possible to die but I ain't dying to no gun

Gon be rich for generations hood a never see my son

Be forreal that's how you feel then why you putting on a front

All alone but I'm just fine and I ain't going on a hunt

Sticky fingers ease the pain it's time to roll another blunt

Humble nigga I don't gotta but I think it's time to stunt

Growing up we had it hard but pray to god and then we grab toasters

Granny living downstairs the kitchen had roaches

Younging take advice from MoneyMarc these Niggas bad coaches

Envying yo dawg will never do it that's just bad motion You a pay bad token

I do the dash and run up cash when I'm mad & broken

I'm the future fuck the past you moving slowing I'm moving fast

And I got answers if you ask and I'm in first you come in last

And I'm weathering the storm so I ain't gotta check the cast

We from the struggle I can't fake it see through niggas like they glass