My Tears
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I been that nigga, nigga these my tears,
I just wanna smoke good weed (yeah), and fuck bad bitches
Feed my fam (yeah) and raise my children, put some cheese
To the side for they college tuition, move my mamas out the gardens,
Some where more realistic,
Lets take em back to 98" when them real niggas ate
When that 17-5 really got you a cake,
When you put it on that scale and got
That thousand and eight,
When you took it out the wrapper all you seen was
Flakes, and ian talking bout no speakers really sold that bass,
We use to cut em so big you shoulda seen they face,
My 9 to 5 everyday was selling cocaine,
Dodging, ducking these crackers out hea stacking my change,
All the robbers was my niggas and I kept that thang, jumped out
Showed them my shit let them know ian playing, see I been had hoes
Stay clean nigga I been had a dro,
Been wearing watches, I been had chunks
All the cars, clothes, and hoes don't excite me nigga,
Putting on for my city like indict me nigga,
The streets know what I'm talkin bout,
Bussin them checks seeing them commas, my nigga dodo had millions
Of dollars, but when you coming from nothing and you wake up rich
The hardest thing for you to do is be on some lowkey shit, I know
The goals was to get in and flip
Real quick, and let the money make the
Money and that was suppose to be it
Until them slimy niggas and slimy hoes
Joined the party put a end in the road,
Do you know what its like to hear them feds in town,
And they just grabbed yo nigga and you know he was round,
From the beginning and you stall if he open his mouth,
If he got a bond,
But them crackers screaming put up a house, what you do then?
Say fuck it find some new friends, instead of getting him a lawyer
Put ya bitch up in a new benz, I ride by my lonely, just me and my 40,
Or one of my homies I can call when
Them crackers be on me, a lot of these
Hoes they keep it realer than niggas,
If you ask me ball rather kick it with bitches,
Take a look at your circle, would you wanna be them? if not,
Them aint the niggas that you need to be with,
Get of yo ass if you tryna be rich,
And watch the dollar make sense, but when you hanging with shit,
Nigga that's all you get,
I'm just being honest, 1k I promise, from the streets
To the courtroom ball greezy solid,
When they shot up my rental I aint press no charges,
Jump in the lex that same night went to work with no problem,
I give thanks to the father,
All the shooting did was show me how to move a lil
Smarter, keep my distance from you fuck niggas and go a lil harder,
And don't trust none of these hoes and keep my dick in a condom,
How the fuck you gone win when you to scared to be different, but not
Knowing just being different just a part of your mission,
But after all I'm just a god fearing man,
Aint shit sweet its just apart of his plan, so fuck stressing,
I just leave the shit in his hands,
And thats something niggas dont understand,
But who am I to judge when my shit fucked up,
And how the fuck am I gone stack when I cant stay out the club,
And its hard to think straight when your brain on drugs, and a broke
Niggas favorite line " he need him a plug" but if he found him a plug,
He gone fuck that up,
Cant even keep his face clean in two inches of mud,
But yall just chill, I'm just keeping it real,
I'm just speaking my mind from how I see shit is,
Change gone come I been in it for years,
And fuck putting on nigga these my tears, forreal