歌手:G Herbo
专辑:《25》

作词 : Herbert Wright
作曲 : Ramiro Oregel
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh

Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one of yours
My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored
Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score
Took a loss and that hurt to the core
Don't much 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
Hop out, glizzies, forties, and four-fives
Looking for the killers, ain't no time
Remember we was drilling, oh what a feeling
We ain't give a **** about no time
That was before time run on the opp now it's your time
Clips is еxtended for showtime
Wokе up, hit bro line
Back out in traffic before nine
We load it up, went on both sides
It's different phases, I did it perfect, amazing
Been on them *****es with no minds
I saw 'em bail out, headshot four times
Baby mama fell on the floor crying
Went on a lick, had to look before firing
'Cause my auntie, she shot with that dope line
Way too 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 lack when I'm coming by
Ain't no saving them boys, I'ma still be the one to try
Hopefully ain't gotta kill one of mine

Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one of yours
My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored
Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score
Took a loss and that hurt to the core
Don't much 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 talking out his mouth, break his jaw
Mindful for the four and I'ma pour
Pain run 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 die for it
What you tryna live the gang life for
Don't cap if the 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 dead, all of my niggas playing for keeps
So you better off focusing instead, better not go that way, it get deep
I'm smoking dummy, it's busting, this shit to 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 going on and so now I don't feel nothing
Crying, I'm lighting that steel drum
We gon' spin through the opps and they still run

Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one of yours
My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored
Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score
Took a loss and that hurt to the core
Don't much 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