Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cry No More , by - G Herbo. Release date: 01.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cry No More |
| Grrt, boom, boom |
| Lil Tjay |
| Oh, oh |
| Uh |
| Streets got 'em, ain’t no saving them boys |
| Grandma tryna to pray to the Lord |
| Raise hell if they take one of yours |
| My lil shorty is gon' slide when he bored |
| Lil nigga off the porch tryna score |
| Took a loss and that hurt to the core |
| Don’t matter how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| Stood over bro on the floor dying |
| Thinking homicide wasn’t no crying (Wasn't no crying) |
| Hopped out glizzys,.40s, and 4−5s |
| Looking for the killers, ain’t no time |
| Remember we was drillin', oh what a feeling, we ain’t give a fuck about no time |
| That was before time, run on a opp, now it’s yo time, clips was extended for |
| showtime (Yeah) |
| Woke up, hit bro line |
| Back out in traffic before nine |
| We loaded up, went on both sides (Both sides) |
| It’s different phases, I did it perfect amazing |
| Been on them bitches with no mask |
| I saw him bail out headshot four times |
| Baby momma fell on the floor crying |
| Went on a hit, had to look before firing |
| 'Cause my auntie, she shop with they dope line |
| Lost so many niggas when they died I ain’t even cry |
| I ain’t even feel it, I can’t even lie |
| Staying in my city I might end up a homicide |
| Two gun cases 'cause I’m traumatized |
| Plus the police wanna kill a nigga, I wonder why |
| Bulletproof lac when I’m coming by (Aye, swerve) |
| Ain’t no saving them boys, I’ma still be the one to try, hopefully ain’t gotta |
| kill one of mine (Kill one of mine) |
| Streets got 'em, ain’t no saving them boys |
| Grandma tryna to pray to the Lord |
| Raise hell if they take one of yours |
| My lil shorty is gon' slide when he bored |
| Lil nigga off the porch tryna score |
| Took a loss and that hurt to the core |
| Don’t matter how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| If he talkin' out his mouth, break his jaw |
| My fault for the fallen, I’ma pour |
| Pain running through my body, can’t ignore |
| Cold world got my heart so sore |
| I ain’t tryna feel pain no more |
| Can’t change, I’ma bang out for |
| Why you tryna live the gang life for |
| Don’t cap, this lane not yours |
| I was a young nigga misled every day used to stay in the streets |
| Hustling, I could’ve missed rap, but I rock every day of the week |
| Nigga try me and get hit that |
| Know my young niggas playing for keeps |
| So you better off focusing instead |
| Better not go that way, it get deep |
| I dummy and busting this shit |
| Till the point that a nigga can’t feel nothing |
| Knew I was resisting unrest and I told all my shooters |
| Hoping they go kill something |
| I lost a couple of soldiers, I keep goin' on so no, I don’t feel nothing |
| Crying, I’m lying, that steel drum |
| We gon' spin through the ops and they still run |
| Streets got 'em, ain’t no saving them boys |
| Grandma tryna to pray to the Lord |
| Raise hell if they take one of yours |
| My lil shorty is gon' slide when he bored |
| Lil nigga off the porch tryna score |
| Took a loss and that hurt to the core |
| Don’t matter how much drugs I did, how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |
| I don’t want to cry no more |