[00:00.000] 作曲 : M24/Pressa
[00:00.070]My heart'll cry
[00:01.630]This shit hurt
[00:02.670]I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
[00:04.850]I come from homicides, show you how my life turned
[00:07.790]Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn
[00:10.170]I talk to myself, I'm like wonderin'
[00:12.610]All this love that I put in the streets, I get it back
[00:15.540]I'm so for the team, I ain't a renegade
[00:17.820]I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't do it with the gang
[00:20.590]See Getti whip the pot with the presi' in his hand
[00:23.080]This Glock so dirty, I might sell it for a rack
[00:25.730]I middle manned the brick and happy that I made a band
[00:28.350]I'll show you what my youngin he'll do for forty grand
[00:30.890]Lawyer fees add up, plus I'm throwin' it in Sam's
[00:33.370]There's times I tied him up and had to ask for hunnid grand
[00:35.990]I seen lil' homie slidе and come back to the block a man
[00:38.430]Bring me back to thе times, bring me back my right hand
[00:41.020]I grow with sinners
[00:42.270]Then we turned to winners
[00:43.590]Started off with petty crime, and then we turned to killers
[00:46.070]He asked me if I hit it, I said, "Mind your business"
[00:48.670]Now I'm in Jamaica chillin' with the finest women
[00:51.120]It ain't nothin' for my thug to go and load the clip in
[00:53.750]It ain't nothin' for my killer them to catch you slippin'
[00:56.300]Did a three-point, treat it like I'm Scottie Pippin
[00:58.630]You one of them, boy, then deal with that nigga wicked
[01:01.250]On the A side, we don't tek chat
[01:03.810]Blow a bag in a store, it get mek back
[01:06.370]On a bad ground, it's a death trap
[01:08.990]Even when I take a piss, them drillers got my head back
[01:11.540]Run a program on me, go get your bread back
[01:13.980]Overplayed my part, I had to step back
[01:16.570]Stepped in the place, nigga, we the get backs
[01:19.160]Nine hour flights really got a nigga jet lagged
[01:21.870]My heart'll cry
[01:23.220]This shit hurt
[01:24.310]I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
[01:26.700]I come from homicides, show you how my life turned
[01:29.330]Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn
[01:31.860]My heart'll cry
[01:33.200]This shit hurt
[01:34.430]I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
[01:36.940]We war-ready
[01:38.290]We go eye for eye
[01:39.650]My glizzy singin' in the street just like a lullaby
[01:42.020]Load another clip
[01:43.070]**** it, get me lit
[01:44.290]I ain't got no time to link, I'm busy gettin' rich
[01:46.860]Me and broski hardly speak, he too busy flippin' bricks
[01:49.340]**** a opp, **** a snitch, you ain't straight, you a bitch
[01:51.910]Kilo 'round my neck, it's got me feelin' like I'm Rick
[01:54.500]Skrrtin' in the Lambo got me feelin' kinda sick
[01:56.960]She a gold digger and that nigga, he a trick
[01:59.530]War-ready, what you think? Get that nigga with a flicks
[02:02.130]We war-ready, baby, so we suit up in the cut
[02:05.500]Revenge is a promise, crodie tatted on his arm
[02:07.950]A million ain't shit, they used to tell me it be hard
[02:10.420]Gave my life to the block, but they tell me I'm a star
[02:13.060]I'm with the murder squad, they ain't like that
[02:15.340]Crodie rappin' 'bout my works like he my hype man
[02:17.890]See I was out there in the field just like a linebacker
[02:20.380]If rap don't work, I'm back trappin', need my line back
[02:22.940]My heart'll cry
[02:24.280]This shit hurt
[02:25.570]I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
[02:27.980]I come from homicides, show you how my life turned
[02:30.580]Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn
[02:33.140]My heart'll cry
[02:34.480]This shit hurt
[02:35.740]I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
[02:38.210]We war-ready
[02:39.620]We go eye for eye
[02:40.910]My glizzy singin' in the street just like a lullaby

作曲 : M24/Pressa
My heart'll cry
This shit hurt
I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
I come from homicides, show you how my life turned
Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn
I talk to myself, I'm like wonderin'
All this love that I put in the streets, I get it back
I'm so for the team, I ain't a renegade
I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't do it with the gang
See Getti whip the pot with the presi' in his hand
This Glock so dirty, I might sell it for a rack
I middle manned the brick and happy that I made a band
I'll show you what my youngin he'll do for forty grand
Lawyer fees add up, plus I'm throwin' it in Sam's
There's times I tied him up and had to ask for hunnid grand
I seen lil' homie slidе and come back to the block a man
Bring me back to thе times, bring me back my right hand
I grow with sinners
Then we turned to winners
Started off with petty crime, and then we turned to killers
He asked me if I hit it, I said, "Mind your business"
Now I'm in Jamaica chillin' with the finest women
It ain't nothin' for my thug to go and load the clip in
It ain't nothin' for my killer them to catch you slippin'
Did a three-point, treat it like I'm Scottie Pippin
You one of them, boy, then deal with that nigga wicked
On the A side, we don't tek chat
Blow a bag in a store, it get mek back
On a bad ground, it's a death trap
Even when I take a piss, them drillers got my head back
Run a program on me, go get your bread back
Overplayed my part, I had to step back
Stepped in the place, nigga, we the get backs
Nine hour flights really got a nigga jet lagged
My heart'll cry
This shit hurt
I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
I come from homicides, show you how my life turned
Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn
My heart'll cry
This shit hurt
I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
We war-ready
We go eye for eye
My glizzy singin' in the street just like a lullaby
Load another clip
**** it, get me lit
I ain't got no time to link, I'm busy gettin' rich
Me and broski hardly speak, he too busy flippin' bricks
**** a opp, **** a snitch, you ain't straight, you a bitch
Kilo 'round my neck, it's got me feelin' like I'm Rick
Skrrtin' in the Lambo got me feelin' kinda sick
She a gold digger and that nigga, he a trick
War-ready, what you think? Get that nigga with a flicks
We war-ready, baby, so we suit up in the cut
Revenge is a promise, crodie tatted on his arm
A million ain't shit, they used to tell me it be hard
Gave my life to the block, but they tell me I'm a star
I'm with the murder squad, they ain't like that
Crodie rappin' 'bout my works like he my hype man
See I was out there in the field just like a linebacker
If rap don't work, I'm back trappin', need my line back
My heart'll cry
This shit hurt
I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
I come from homicides, show you how my life turned
Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn
My heart'll cry
This shit hurt
I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker
We war-ready
We go eye for eye
My glizzy singin' in the street just like a lullaby