| And I don’t cry no more
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| Real talk, don’t look up to the sky no more
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| I’m cold like ice, you know
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| No M.O.P but I don’t live that life of crime
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| Once upon a time yeah that was my life
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| Uh, I’m rapping for my life take that literal (Please!)
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| I ain’t accomplished nothing as a criminal (Not a thing!)
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| I’m 30 years of age and I’m ashamed
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| Cause these youngers shout my name like i’m invisible
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| But I ain’t done a thing, not a thing at all
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| But waste my time behind them prison walls
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| That’s the minimal, of what my pistol caused
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| Cause I weren’t even there to see my kiddies born (my boys)
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| Had to hear them talk through prison calls
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| See them walk in visit halls, photo’s on my picture board
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| Reminding me that I missed it all
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| Birthdays were the worst days, I was miserable playing Biggie Smalls
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| Me and wifey couldn’t get a long so I quit the rules, once (??)
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| Can’t dwell on it, cause life goes on
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| Who am I to be critical?
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| My loves unconditional, God knows that my hearts pure
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| My two sons and my daughter, are the reason what I go hard for
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| Tryna make it to a better place so I’m booking out studio every day
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| Me and Looks and Calito chilling in weed smoke putting it work til we get away
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| And I don’t cry no more
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| You see my dry tears on this (?)
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| Yeah you just don’t know
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| Can’t see them they not for show
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| And I don’t cry no more
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| You see my dry tears on this (?)
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| Yeah you just don’t know
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| Can’t see them they not for show
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| All I have to do is make this song cry
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| You won’t see the tears ever fall from my eyes
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| Uh, I quit never put that on my heartbeat
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| I push crack on these dark streets and I push straps in my car seat
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| Moving forward, nah I ain’t looking back on my past G
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| No way walking round with budge stashed in my arse cheeks
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| I’m gone, now I’m trying to focus on my future goals
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| Get away, cause this ain’t where I want my youts to grow
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| I’m writing rhymes, trying to see how far my music goes
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| I’m dedicated and I’m motivated, I ain’t losing home
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| Still bad about losing pope, still mad about losing Lee
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| J died I’ve been losing sleep, stressed out and I’m abusing weed
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| Can’t take no more cause the pays gonna ruin me
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| Recognise the true in me
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| From the cradle to the grave spitting real shit fluently
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| Now I don’t wanna cry no more, no more
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| I don’t wanna fry no more (no more)
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| That shit ain’t worth dying for (dying for)
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| That shit ain’t worth fighting for (fighting for)
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| Cause I was behind my door, just me and my mind at war
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| I nearly lost my faith, I had to find my lord
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| Cry, cry, even tears, even in my heart crys
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| But who cares?
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| Who spoke? |
| No one but myself
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| Things do happen that words can’t explain
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| And I don’t cry no more
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| You see my dry tears on this (?)
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| Yeah you just don’t know
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| Can’t see them they not for show
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| And I don’t cry no more
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| You see my dry tears on this (?)
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| Yeah you just don’t know
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| Can’t see them they not for show
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| All I have to do is make this song cry
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| All I have to do is make this song cry
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| You won’t see the tears ever fall from my eyes |