paroles de chanson Don't Cry - Fredo
He's
got
a
Rollie
on,
he's
talking
bout
a
house
on
his
wrist
That's
a
house,
it
must
be
one
room
and
out
of
the
bits
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'll
stain
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
prevail
Before
I
snitch
on
my
goons
you
can
take
me
to
jail
Nah
I
don't
do
nothing
basic,
left
them
days
up
in
Felts
Everybody
gotta
face
it,
I
ain't
taking
no
L's
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
youngun
don't
shoot,
he
put
bodies
on
his
nine
My
girl
know
it's
hard,
I'm
sorry
but
I
try
My
life
changed
fast,
heard
you
worried
all
the
time
And
it's
them
same
hoes
that
never
had
no
time
of
day
That
be
the
same
one's
that's
telling
me
it's
time
to
play
I'm
wasting
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
Smithon
I
was
left
back
wrong
but
now
it's
proper
positions
Where
I'm
from
you've
gotta
turn
them
sorrows
to
living
I've
got
money
and
it
turned
the
word
borrow
to
giving
Think
twice
about
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
can
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
youngun
don't
shoot,
he
put
bodies
on
his
nine
My
girl
know
it's
hard,
I'm
sorry
but
I
try
My
life
changed
fast,
heard
you
worried
all
the
time
And
it's
them
same
hoes
that
never
had
no
time
of
day
That
be
the
same
one's
that's
telling
me
it's
time
to
play
I'm
wasting
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
weren'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
youngun
don't
shoot,
he
put
bodies
on
his
nine
My
girl
know
it's
hard,
I'm
sorry
but
I
try
My
life
changed
fast,
heard
you
worried
all
the
time
And
it's
them
same
hoes
that
never
had
no
time
of
day
That
be
the
same
one's
that's
telling
me
it's
time
to
play
I'm
wasting
time
in
jail,
I
ain't
got
no
time
for
games
You
know
that
feeling
when
you
can't
leave
but
time
escapes?
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