Don't You Cry
(专辑: Filthy America…It's Beautiful - 2016)
[Sheek Louch:] I
don't care what you new shit did, I'm a
God You been on my dick since you was a
kid And I
ain't never fall off, I
got greater Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater After that I
made more hits, made more knocks While you was talking bout the
LOX, I
had the
Range on your block While you was sleeping on the
floor, I
was out on tour Hitting the
stage, getting head from some european whore I'm like 'please girl don't you cry' Momma said 'trust nobody' before she died Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside If you see me with that mask, bitch you better hide What y'all niggas wanna do We smack niggas and leave welts Strip niggas for fake chains and fake belts Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry [Jadakiss:] Yeah, in the
ranks they tryna move up Right now I'm the
game sonically screwed up Everybody bouncing or they boo'd up I
squeeze my shit 'til the
handles chewed up Straight insubordination, cocaine crusades, heroin off vacations Black tape on a
old shotty My rap resume a
wrap around your whole body Legend is a
understatement Til they find your whole crew individually under basements You just run your block, we run the
nation Pistols in the
air, that's gun inflation If it ain't David and Shawn, they under Jason The
ability to get it usually comes with patience I
got the
G's on my side, no women or kids so baby please don't cry [Sheek Louch:] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry [Styles P:] Bringing the
gun in the
devils den Think about heaven in hell, laying his medicine Deep in the
[?], my brothers keep the
desert evident Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants Takes a
village to raise a
child Rainy niggas to raise a
foul I
was eating niggas food but none of it was for Halal You don't like me, you can get in the
line leaving a
pal With a
bunch of snake niggas that wasn't even allowed Stay high cause a
serpent can never hide in the
cloud Please girl don't you cry I'm outside with my 9
and my.45 Papaya-colored Porsche won't be puff smoke Shoot the
face of a
cut throat Now, I
gotta hide in Call my home in like please girl don't you cry [Sheek Louch:] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry