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ball greezy - my tears lyrics

[ intro ]
i been that n-gga, n-gga these my tears

[verse]
i just wanna smoke good weed (yeah), and f-ck bad b-tches
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 n-ggas 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 b-ss
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 n-ggas and i kept that thang, jumped out
showed them my sh-t let them know ian playing, see i been had hoes
stay clean n-gga i been had a dro
been wearing watches, i been had chunks
all the cars, clothes, and hoes don’t excite me n-gga
putting on for my city like indict me n-gga
the streets know what i’m talkin bout
bussin them checks seeing them commas, my n-gga 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 sh-t, 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 n-ggas 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 n-gga 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 f-ck it find some new friends, instead of getting him a lawyer
put ya b-tch 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 n-ggas
if you ask me ball rather kick it with b-tches
take a look at your circle, would you wanna be them? if not
them ain’t the n-ggas that you need to be with
get of yo -ss if you tryna be rich
and watch the dollar make sense, but when you hanging with sh-t
n-gga 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 ain’t press no charges
jump in the lex that same night went to work with no problem
i give thanks to the father, had a drink with my partna
all the shooting did was show me how to move a lil
smarter, keep my distance from you f-ck n-ggas and go a lil harder
and don’t trust none of these hoes and keep my d-ck in a condom
how the f-ck 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
ain’t sh-t sweet its just apart of his plan, so f-ck stressing
i just leave the sh-t in his hands
and thats something n-ggas dont understand
but who am i to judge when my sh-t f-cked up
and how the f-ck am i gone stack when i can’t stay out the club
and its hard to think straight when your brain on drugs, and a broke
n-ggas favorite line ” he need him a plug” but if he found him a plug
he gone f-ck that up
can’t 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 sh-t is
change gone come i been in it for years
and f-ck putting on n-gga these my tears, forreal

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