Текст песни Ghetto Cries - Junechi Yong feat. BTA Jaymo

Lately I admit that I been crying
Seem like success ain′t in my reach but I been trying
So tired of niggas capping big and all they lies
Behind this mask you see the pain up in my eyes
Can't help em I tried
But that nigga he fried
Now I can′t trust em I put like two up in his spine yeah
It ain't no pressure unless it's him that apply
I keep that thunder clapper right there on my side yeah

Never been a thug but I promise it ain′t no bitch in Junechi
No cap in my rap you feel pressure I hope he listen to it
No need for no gunplay I know my fist can do it
But niggas out here behaving like bitches I let them hollows screw em
I was tryna chill out and make women some music
But niggas is bitches so this what I′m doing
Niggas just hate cuz they know that they losing
Mad cuz I got the rock and I'm shooting
I used to want niggas to go put me on
But niggas was cappin they ain′t put me on
I was confused like why they doing me wrong
Probably just scared cuz they can't make my songs
It′s really hard to pinpoint the hatred
I feel it's cuz what I′m doing can't be replicated
So they leech when they can and then they turn to foes
Slap the shit out one you niggas since you act like a hoe
Even when I take Losses I swear I be winning
No fuck niggas round me since then life been different
Niggas be tripping so I keep a smith and red tip on the bullet it bang em like griffin
No lackin or slippin just know Junechi gripping
Don't be fooled by dripping or how I be singing
I can′t fuck with these niggas cuz bum boys be scheming
I see through them smiles I know he a demon

Lately I admit that I been crying
Seem like success ain′t in my reach but I been trying
So tired of niggas capping big and all they lies
Behind this mask you see the pain up in my eyes
Can't help em I tried
But that nigga he fried
Now I can′t trust em I put like two up in his spine yeah
It ain't no pressure unless it′s him that apply
I keep that thunder clapper right there on my side yeah

Run up on this whip behind these tints coming out fire
Nigga claiming that he gangster I see a bitch right through they eyes
Niggas ain't stepping how they be talking when that pressure really applied
Free my niggas out that cage I swear I really miss my guys
They took Frank can′t trust no soul so if it's up it's in the sky
I been cruising up on that road gripping this pole keep it on my thigh
I know some niggas that the judge hang but they still breathing young niggas dying
I got caught with a pole I′m fighting the case and I′m still slanging that iron
I'm on the road to rags and riches you can′t knock me off my grind
Trying run from shots give a nigga back pain trying to fuck up a nigga spine
I'm with my brothers I keep it 100
Fuck dropping tears I′m dropping 100
They followed my whip I see them niggas coming
Hit the back seat I'm busting out and dumping
Got hot shells these ain′t no rubbers
I'm with my brothers I keep it 100
Fuck dropping tears I'm dropping 100
They followed my whip I see them niggas coming
Hit the back seat I′m busting out and dumping
Got hot shells these ain′t no rubbers

Lately I admit that I been crying
Seem like success ain't in my reach but I been trying
So tired of niggas capping big and all they lies
Behind this mask you see the pain up in my eyes
Can′t help em I tried
But that nigga he fried
Now I can't trust em I put like two up in his spine yeah
It ain′t no pressure unless it's him that apply
I keep that thunder clapper right there on my side yeah