(I Cry)
(This GZE son)
Put my head in the Quran,
P, locked up teaching me his religion,
Barely focused, up in college tryna catch a body in my city,
Fast on my feet in nem' high speeds cause me n bro got a felonie a piece,
Got my knowledge out the trap, Unc' say give yo self a chance at least
Trapping in some other niggas hood when I ain't have no pistol,
Coulda been robbed or killed but that's the type of shit that killed my fears
5 of us to a 1 bedroom my bed a old sofa,
Kicked out the crib damn near every week, I damn near stayed with Yola
Bitch had the nerve to call me cap Like I ain't been a soldier since a teen,
2 40s and a .223 inheriting my family beef
Like they ain't gon come this way so we tryna score in they home-field
God forgive me,
Hard to see a future in this shit,
I lost my urge to live.
Now can you picture a young nigga in a rush to grow,
Keep my heater cause this world cold
What's in my head only my God would know,
Been tryna keep my spirit right tho,
Would you forgive me if I take one with me when they coming for my soul,
(I Cry)
Hard to tell you 'bout it even tho I try,
Put it all on a microphone
Like I got one more tear to cry
Late night in my Dorm while I'm sleep
My phone on DND,
Missed calls from India,
Yola text me like they just killed Meech.
Across the room from my brudda
I hate to see him cry to that typa news,
Used to my grief already, I hate to see my family going thru it
Back n' forth wit my bitch, playin get back cause you playin in my face,
Ain't wanna let her go cause this world cold,
And I ain't wanna be alone mane
I'm so insecure I ain't thinking that a real bitch could take yo place,
Cut this hoe to learn my worth
Now you saying that's it's you I hate you
I ain't even mad at you I just thought you was realer than that,
Killas I'm related to n' they ain't got no face tats,
Thinking how God blessing me with new breath and Moni 'posed to be here,
Graduation turned to a funeral
I think they call this shit survivors guilt
Now can you picture a young nigga in a rush to grow,
Keep my heater cause this world cold
What's in my head only my God would know,
Been tryna keep my spirit right tho,
Would you forgive me if I took one with me when they coming for my soul,
(I Cry)
Hard to tell you 'bout it even tho I try,
Put it all on a microphone
Like I got one more tear to cry
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(I Cry)
(This GZE son)
Put my head in the Quran,
P, locked up teaching me his religion,
Barely focused, up in college tryna catch a body in my city,
Fast on my feet in nem' high speeds cause me n bro got a felonie a piece,
Got my knowledge out the trap, Unc' say give yo self a chance at least
Trapping in some other niggas hood when I ain't have no pistol,
Coulda been robbed or killed but that's the type of shit that killed my fears
5 of us to a 1 bedroom my bed a old sofa,
Kicked out the crib damn near every week, I damn near stayed with Yola
Bitch had the nerve to call me cap Like I ain't been a soldier since a teen,
2 40s and a .223 inheriting my family beef
Like they ain't gon come this way so we tryna score in they home-field
God forgive me,
Hard to see a future in this shit,
I lost my urge to live.
Now can you picture a young nigga in a rush to grow,
Keep my heater cause this world cold
What's in my head only my God would know,
Been tryna keep my spirit right tho,
Would you forgive me if I take one with me when they coming for my soul,
(I Cry)
Hard to tell you 'bout it even tho I try,
Put it all on a microphone
Like I got one more tear to cry
Late night in my Dorm while I'm sleep
My phone on DND,
Missed calls from India,
Yola text me like they just killed Meech.
Across the room from my brudda
I hate to see him cry to that typa news,
Used to my grief already, I hate to see my family going thru it
Back n' forth wit my bitch, playin get back cause you playin in my face,
Ain't wanna let her go cause this world cold,
And I ain't wanna be alone mane
I'm so insecure I ain't thinking that a real bitch could take yo place,
Cut this hoe to learn my worth
Now you saying that's it's you I hate you
I ain't even mad at you I just thought you was realer than that,
Killas I'm related to n' they ain't got no face tats,
Thinking how God blessing me with new breath and Moni 'posed to be here,
Graduation turned to a funeral
I think they call this shit survivors guilt
Now can you picture a young nigga in a rush to grow,
Keep my heater cause this world cold
What's in my head only my God would know,
Been tryna keep my spirit right tho,
Would you forgive me if I took one with me when they coming for my soul,
(I Cry)
Hard to tell you 'bout it even tho I try,
Put it all on a microphone
Like I got one more tear to cry
(This GZE son)
Put my head in the Quran,
P, locked up teaching me his religion,
Barely focused, up in college tryna catch a body in my city,
Fast on my feet in nem' high speeds cause me n bro got a felonie a piece,
Got my knowledge out the trap, Unc' say give yo self a chance at least
Trapping in some other niggas hood when I ain't have no pistol,
Coulda been robbed or killed but that's the type of shit that killed my fears
5 of us to a 1 bedroom my bed a old sofa,
Kicked out the crib damn near every week, I damn near stayed with Yola
Bitch had the nerve to call me cap Like I ain't been a soldier since a teen,
2 40s and a .223 inheriting my family beef
Like they ain't gon come this way so we tryna score in they home-field
God forgive me,
Hard to see a future in this shit,
I lost my urge to live.
Now can you picture a young nigga in a rush to grow,
Keep my heater cause this world cold
What's in my head only my God would know,
Been tryna keep my spirit right tho,
Would you forgive me if I take one with me when they coming for my soul,
(I Cry)
Hard to tell you 'bout it even tho I try,
Put it all on a microphone
Like I got one more tear to cry
Late night in my Dorm while I'm sleep
My phone on DND,
Missed calls from India,
Yola text me like they just killed Meech.
Across the room from my brudda
I hate to see him cry to that typa news,
Used to my grief already, I hate to see my family going thru it
Back n' forth wit my bitch, playin get back cause you playin in my face,
Ain't wanna let her go cause this world cold,
And I ain't wanna be alone mane
I'm so insecure I ain't thinking that a real bitch could take yo place,
Cut this hoe to learn my worth
Now you saying that's it's you I hate you
I ain't even mad at you I just thought you was realer than that,
Killas I'm related to n' they ain't got no face tats,
Thinking how God blessing me with new breath and Moni 'posed to be here,
Graduation turned to a funeral
I think they call this shit survivors guilt
Now can you picture a young nigga in a rush to grow,
Keep my heater cause this world cold
What's in my head only my God would know,
Been tryna keep my spirit right tho,
Would you forgive me if I took one with me when they coming for my soul,
(I Cry)
Hard to tell you 'bout it even tho I try,
Put it all on a microphone
Like I got one more tear to cry
Writer: LaVaughn Newman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid