Don’t Cry

By Fredo

On Independence Day

Released on July 22, 2021

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[Verse 1]

He got a Rollie on, he's talking 'bout a house on his wrist

If 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 stained 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 prеvail

Before I snitch on my goons, you can take mе to jail

Nah, I don't do nothing basic, left them days up in Felts

Everybody gotta face it, I ain't taking no Ls

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


[Chorus]

Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys

My youngin don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine

My girl, I know it's hard, I'm sorry, but I tried

My life changed fast, had you worried all the time

And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day

That be the same ones that's telling me it's time to play

I wasted time in jail, I ain't got no time for games

You know that feeling when you can't leave, but time escapes?


[Verse 2]

Lost a .44 long, now I'm copping a Smith &

I was left back wrong, but now it's proper positions

Where I'm from, you've gotta turn them sorrows to living

I got money and it turned the word borrow to giving

Think twice 'bout 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 could 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


[Chorus]

Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys

My youngin don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine

My girl, I know it's hard, I'm sorry, but I tried

My life changed fast, had you worried all the time

And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day

That be the same ones that's telling me it's time to play

I wasted time in jail, I ain't got no time for games

You know that feeling when you can't leave, but time escapes?


[Verse 3]

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 wasn'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


[Chorus]

Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys

My youngin don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine

My girl, I know it's hard, I'm sorry, but I tried

My life changed fast, had you worried all the time

And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day

That be the same ones that's telling me it's time to play

I wasted time in jail, I ain't got no time for games

You know that feeling when you can't leave, but time escapes?