Who Gone Kry Lyrics

Who gone cry for that kid in the trenches

Aint nobody give it to him by any means he go get it

Got Ms Johnson in the window she aint minding her business

Rob the pizza man know she gone tell my mama I did it

Everybody say just stay down lil nigga you gifted

They all know I had a dream but they just couldn't see the vision

Aint graduate my mama prayed her baby didn't see a prison

Broke her heart when my big brother signed his name on that sentence

Cus he was pose to be the black Blake griffin

Putting on capes for these bitches got him a dub off that robbery conviction

Fucked me up Maully aint playing for Clemson

Had so much faith in my dawg I'll trade it all to get him back in equipment

Number 1 rule never speak on the business and I aint gone speak on these niggas

I leveled up I'll drop a fee on these niggas

I know them niggas in ya ear saying don't fuck with them niggas

100 Round drum 762 ion need switches on none of them glizzys

Bitch I'm from the south where you'll get killed from word of mouth

Turn a rapper to a memory since he dissing for some clout

Is we rappers or is we Gangstas thought we was trying to make it out

But these lil niggas aint gone learn until somebody take em out

See I was told if you thuggin don't love a soul til you trust em

Made a plate out of crumbs I really came up from nothing

Shared a room with my sister slept on the floor with my brother

On the run at my granny's in that back room with a cutter

If it wasn't for my daddy I swear ion know where I'll be

I walked home from that county without no shoes on my feet

Aint have no phone and the clothes I had on was all that I had

House to house couch to couch all my shit in a bag

Now niggas like wee where you been at? shit I been in my bag

Life hit me shit I hit it right back

Aint gotta sell another P I'm really living like that

1300 For these shoes why you did em like that

I could've been went got a chain but I went got me a crib

Could've been went got a grill but I cashed out on my whip

Fo I fuck up the guts rather go buy me a truck

If you can't count up 250 we aint got nothing to discuss

I really came out them trenches none of this shit made up

Fo I had my own plate I had to eat out the mud

Made cups outta my hand fo I could drink out the jug

Only dream I ever had was get my people out the hood

They aint think I could do it but shit I think I can do it

They say that cus they couldn't safe to say we not congruent

I got my hands in some money I can't go out like I'm stupid

I aint trying to put you up under I just can't rock with ya movement

I want to speak to the streets this got nothing to do with the music

Every rapper ain goofy I ain that dont be foolish

All that matters I'm still in here with my day ones

And I got killers owe me favors