Fredo - Don't Cry lyrics

He got a Rollie on
He's talking 'bout a house on his wrist
If that's a house
It must be one room and out of the bit's
We're some trap boys
Turning straight drop into hard
Make that coke bubble like there's
Radox in the jar they was raiding my cell
I was raised in the Hell
He was fucking with the other side
I stained him as well
They don't ask how I feel, G
That's crazy as well
They're either asking if it's true
Or for favours and help
They wanna see me lose
But every day I prеvail
Before I snitch on my goons
You can take mе to jail
Nah, I don't do nothing basic
Left them days up in Felts
Everybody gotta face it
I ain't taking no Ls
No more wondering what's next
Or stressing it now
No more hand-to hand sales
No more pressing the white
But my block's like my ex-girl
The best of the times i love them both
But can't be there for the rest of my life

Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys
My youngin don't shoot
He put bodies on his nine
My girl, I know it's hard, I'm sorry
But I tried my life changed fast
Had you worried all the time
And it's them same hoes that never
Had no time of day
That be the same ones that's telling
Me it's time to play i wasted time in jail
I ain't got no time for games
You know that feeling when you can't leave
But time escapes?

Lost a 44 long, now I'm copping a Smith
I was left back wrong
But now it's proper positions
Where I'm from
You've gotta turn them sorrows to living
I got money and it turned
The word borrow to giving
Think twice 'bout popping my chain
'Cause if it's not you
Your friend's gonna drop in exchange
Feds found fifty racks when they
Were stopping my Range
I told them, "Officer
That shit up in my pocket is change"
Better stop with the games
I'm getting double that to hop on the stage
Or you could triple that
I'm making money like them
Niggas kicking ball, but I'm kicking back
Spitting raps, flipping packs
Chasing this bag
There's no way I can miss a rack
I like this life, but it's hard to be me
I've gotta switch the whip and keep
The tint darker than C
Still up on the ends, bro
It's hard just to leave
I never cried when bro died
But it was hard just to sleep

Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys
My youngin don't shoot
He put bodies on his nine
My girl, I know it's hard, I'm sorry
But I tried my life changed fast
Had you worried all the time
And it's them same hoes that never
Had no time of day
That be the same ones that's telling
Me it's time to play i wasted time in jail
I ain't got no time for games
You know that feeling when you can't leave
But time escapes?

I've seen time escape, in jail
It happens any time of day
You know 'bout when your body's sleeping
But your mind's awake?
In case a nigga tries to
Creep in when you're sleeping
They don't even do it now
Them niggas sleeping just for speaking
They don't give a fuck 'bout
The stuff that I did
All that matters is I'm up
Now they're sucking my dick
I got nicked for a shooting that happened on
I wasn't even in the country, I just
Yo, I'm driving in this foreign
Came from back of the whips
Opp block setting, jump out
We're slapping it quick
You ain't never touched an opp
But you're slapping your chick
My trap's twenties, no tens
Like a packet of cigs
Never thought one day that
I'd be actually rich
Yo, I'm so far from it
But I'm patterning it
It's just a matter of time
B109 slapping the nine
Bullets in your front shatter your spine

Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys
My youngin don't shoot
He put bodies on his nine
My girl, I know it's hard, I'm sorry
But I tried my life changed fast
Had you worried all the time
And it's them same hoes that never
Had no time of day
That be the same ones that's telling
Me it's time to play i wasted time in jail
I ain't got no time for games
You know that feeling when you can't leave
But time escapes?