| Grrt, boom, boom
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| Lil Tjay
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh
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| Streets got 'em, ain’t no saving them boys
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| Grandma tryna to pray to the Lord
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| Raise hell if they take one of yours
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| My lil shorty is gon' slide when he bored
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| Lil nigga off the porch tryna score
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| Took a loss and that hurt to the core
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| Don’t matter how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| Stood over bro on the floor dying
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| Thinking homicide wasn’t no crying (Wasn't no crying)
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| Hopped out glizzys,.40s, and 4−5s
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| Looking for the killers, ain’t no time
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| Remember we was drillin', oh what a feeling, we ain’t give a fuck about no time
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| That was before time, run on a opp, now it’s yo time, clips was extended for
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| showtime (Yeah)
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| Woke up, hit bro line
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| Back out in traffic before nine
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| We loaded up, went on both sides (Both sides)
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| It’s different phases, I did it perfect amazing
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| Been on them bitches with no mask
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| I saw him bail out headshot four times
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| Baby momma fell on the floor crying
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| Went on a hit, had to look before firing
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| 'Cause my auntie, she shop with they dope line
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| Lost so many niggas when they died I ain’t even cry
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| I ain’t even feel it, I can’t even lie
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| Staying in my city I might end up a homicide
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| Two gun cases 'cause I’m traumatized
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| Plus the police wanna kill a nigga, I wonder why
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| Bulletproof lac when I’m coming by (Aye, swerve)
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| Ain’t no saving them boys, I’ma still be the one to try, hopefully ain’t gotta
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| kill one of mine (Kill one of mine)
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| Streets got 'em, ain’t no saving them boys
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| Grandma tryna to pray to the Lord
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| Raise hell if they take one of yours
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| My lil shorty is gon' slide when he bored
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| Lil nigga off the porch tryna score
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| Took a loss and that hurt to the core
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| Don’t matter how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| If he talkin' out his mouth, break his jaw
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| My fault for the fallen, I’ma pour
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| Pain running through my body, can’t ignore
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| Cold world got my heart so sore
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| I ain’t tryna feel pain no more
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| Can’t change, I’ma bang out for
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| Why you tryna live the gang life for
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| Don’t cap, this lane not yours
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| I was a young nigga misled every day used to stay in the streets
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| Hustling, I could’ve missed rap, but I rock every day of the week
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| Nigga try me and get hit that
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| Know my young niggas playing for keeps
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| So you better off focusing instead
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| Better not go that way, it get deep
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| I dummy and busting this shit
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| Till the point that a nigga can’t feel nothing
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| Knew I was resisting unrest and I told all my shooters
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| Hoping they go kill something
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| I lost a couple of soldiers, I keep goin' on so no, I don’t feel nothing
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| Crying, I’m lying, that steel drum
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| We gon' spin through the ops and they still run
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| Streets got 'em, ain’t no saving them boys
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| Grandma tryna to pray to the Lord
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| Raise hell if they take one of yours
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| My lil shorty is gon' slide when he bored
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| Lil nigga off the porch tryna score
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| Took a loss and that hurt to the core
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| Don’t matter how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more
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| I don’t want to cry no more |