Hood Cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

Can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the–, damn, yeah

Was the same, knew the game, knew the code, knew the ropes

Spend his days gettin' high, still workin' on the low

Still waitin' on his lick while he runnin' through the load

They could tell he in the trap from the pictures that he post

From the company that he keep, from the watches on his sleeves

When there's pressure on your back, you know it be hard to sleep

When there's pressure on your back, gotta get it any means

Got him cornered cuttin' clients, told him spend that shit with me

At the table baggin' packs, bitch, he dreamin' 'bout a key

You know ain't no turnin' back, how I'm livin' in the D

Why they stabbed him in the back? He would think that it was beef

Shakin' hands with fake friends, ain't no love in the street

Gave a hug to his mama, felt her legs gettin' weak

Ain't nobody heard a thing, he been dead for a week

Lose-lose 'cause his potnas, they won't stand on a thing

Then I heard my phone ring, different day the same thing

Fuck, I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

Can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the, damn, yeah

You know the trenches devastated

Got your obituary laminated

Overdosing on this medication, meditating

Without you here, the hood been segregated

Sheddin' tears about your expiration

**** up and left a gangsta

Gimme drop, I need a destination

Like, 'Fuck the last one you caught, renew your registration'

Like, 'Fuck whoever ain't gon' slide about this declaration'

Ostracized without no explanation

Yeah, he no longer team

G- O- D, if I don't step, you got my soul to keep

G- O- D, them boys the type to postpone the beef

G- O- D, this shit bunk, ain't how it's 'posed to be

Pointers 'round your portrait on this Cuban keep you close to me

I love you, Blood

**** ain't fuck with you, but actin' like they fuck with Blood

Yeah, that's what fucked us up

Said, 'I love you, Blood'

**** ain't fuck with you, but actin' like they fuck with Blood

Ain't tryna thunder nothin'

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the hood cry

Can't see it comin' down my eyes

But you done made the, damn, yeah