Rap Tears Lyrics

I'm supposed to trust you, so I have to ask you why

What's the point of love if it brings me pain to try

Your homie had a gun, but he didn't bust when you died

Tears inside my eyes, so I had to make the song cry

Can't even talk to your guys, so you pillow talk to your bitch

Can't even believe that ho

Cause she tellin' others niggas shit

Now you fucked up, yeah, you get crossed up,

Yeah em's gon' hit you up, yeah, feds gon' lock you up, yeah

Keep to yourself at all times, they don't need to know

Keep it business-wise, don't get personal

Mean mind your business, nigga, mouth shut till

you sentenced, nigga You talk, you finished, nigga, or you gon

be vintage, nigga You can sit back and make money on the down low

Ol girl, I could fuck on you, just hold on to my bankroll

Keep the magazine full, think I'm what I'm bout to pull

Grab my tool and act a fool, nigga, I'm gon' lose my cool

Baby, I could fuck on you from p.m. till the dawn

I know it's a war outside, it's beef, so fire on

Tryin' to keep my sanity, but shit, my mind is gone

Take one to the dome, thinkin' bout my chrome

Hold it in my hands, you don't understand

Got one in the chamber, gon' release all my anger

I don't need no pills to hurt somebody, cause the pain is real

I still get the chills right before we do a drill

I'm supposed to trust you, so I have to ask you why

What's the point of love if it brings me pain to try

Your homie had a gun, but he didn't bust when you died

Tears inside my eyes, so I had to make the song cry

Can't even talk to your guys, so pillow talk to your bitch

Can't even believe that ho, cause she tellin other niggas shit

Now you fucked up, yeah, you get crossed up, yeah

M's gon' hit you up, yeah, em's gon' lock you up, yeah

You get crossed up, yeah

You get crossed up, yeah