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estee nack - eyes cry lyrics

[verse 1]
you see the anger in my face? i musta had a bad day around the way
yo, f-ck a j-o with this average -ss pay
i’m sick of stacking pennies just to eat i’m getting hollow
and i’m looking more like n-ggas in the street collecting bottles
this life game is misery, picture me doing sticks
a weak connect done kept me out the gang that hit your crew with bricks
i’d rather hit your crew and flip, take yours
and sn-tching off your platinum crucifix, coming across cake more
i pulled this gun out in eight stores hoping that i ate more
cleaning out the register and skate fore the cops come
cause if they catch up i’ma box one and probably get locked
writing letters and no response
i’m a dark sun, shining underground with all the beasts
illuminating devils ‘fore they back up in the streets
in the recent, living like me up in the precinct
n0body miss em, trapped up in the system on some thief sh-t

[hook (repeat x2)]
at times, i took look at how we living and i (cry)
i guess it can’t change, it’s all the same
and the sky’s still grey as tears pouring like rain i just (cry)
it’s like a sick mixture in your vein bruh

[verse 2]
ayo, inject these herron thoughts inside your noggin
i’ll show you the deal like addicts seeking a bargain
you ever seen a crack fiend smoke?
you ever went broke?
and tried to sell a crack fiend soap?
it’s hard to stack, unless a n-gga find a car to jack
jaguars and macs, and n-ggas p-ssing em like quarterbacks
so maybe n-ggas hustle more than nack, if that’s the case then
maybe i should sn-tch the auto ratchet out the bas-m-nt
the same ghetto faces, this ghetto never faceless
it only gets worse as we get further from better places
judges throw on the mask of jason
and f-ck the ghetto in the -ss without the bacitracin
i’m taking taxi transportation to the telly it’s 2 am already
and i haven’t seen a single customer, this sh-t is dead
i’m trying to jet and smoke a blizz to calm a n-gga down, wilding
limited, it’s like i’m stuck on a deserted island yo

[hook]

[verse 3]
yo, take a walk up on my side of the strip
you often have your toolie by you to survive in this sh-t
i’m trying to eat and predators is trying to eat up off my plate
it’s hard to handle it, i wanna get my feet up off this place
and money making something that can [?]
same dirty kicks as last year and broken bummy st
it’s like with every step i take i see another n-gga like me
sleeping when the sun is up while hustling the nightly
but still i’m broke as f-ck, i’m having trouble paying bills
living life illegal and i ain’t got sh-t to say until
i gotta do this to survive or i’ma die when the
snow cover the sky, i ain’t sleeping outside
and that’s my word and b-lls together, even if i gotta
rob, steal, and merk for all the cheddar, breathing this, i’m living it
it’s most definite, times is hard as f-ck
this sin city we live in is like a garbage truck
i’m flicking off the dutch and watch a rat cross the street
high as f-ck, thinking money just like me
in an attempt to cross the same street, all of his brothers died
but he crossed to get the garbage on the other side
i had a crazy conversation with a crackhead
grazing my palms and waving her arms
after two hits she read my future, it was funny
she said by the same saga come home we gon have this money, uh

[hook]

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