1.Hear Me Cry
Lyricist：Chad Hamilton, D'juan Hart, Djuan Hart, Rick James, Chad West
Ay, boi, wat's up, wat's hannenin'？
It's ya boy, Young Dro, fuckin' around with me, man
I'ma teach ya niggas how to cry, ya keep fuckin' with me
I been doing hard shit, right, shit get fucked up
A lot of shit get fucked up, do about it, nigga
Could you do？ Could you do？ Yeah
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
I miss grand momma Maggie, I miss Josh
Ponto, I neva fogot cha, plus they killed Tasha
On top of that, I got shot up and guess who did it, my patna
Askin' God is it probably okay if he could just wash it away？
See the expression that I got on my face
See the weapon that I got on my waist
I'm still trippin', my mom still slippin'
Pray for me and wait for me as soon you and my daughter get rich
These days for me T.I. made a way for me
And Jason had a place for me
Doug on the case with me plus Hannah they makin' me straight
They knew I'm ghetto but I got what it takes
See the PSC without me, they fake, my niggas
God is my witness and I'm cryin' the time I'm living
But I will never give up walkin' to my rhythm, like wat？
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
I never talked about this but now is the time
I tried to let it go but this shit destroyed my mind
My homie, his momma dying and his baby daughter, she blind
She got no one to play with nuttin' but a daughter that's mine
I'm takin' more than time, Lord, hurry, they killed Brian
And plus they killing kids, hurry up, 'fore they kill mine
Killing time, lately there's a funeral, I'm soon to go
Young Dro, bless me in peace and look at the moon blow
Thinking about wen my daddy got high and I had my room closed
Broke, I can't survive winter wearing these June clothes
Blooms slow up with flower, I'll die in hours
The water gone off but I'm cool, my tears shower me
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
I'm finna cry man, call Quntay
This shit hurt for real tip, call Donsay
Tell him that I meant for one day
For us to make shit, shawty that nig shot me up
I couldn't take it
Plus I had to wear a shit bag but I forgave him
He shot me but God helped me fly off like a raven
Don't hate him, pray for him
Zayzay made a way for him, my homeboy died, yeah
All I got is faith, pimp and money from the seventies
All kind of felonies, a playa like Bill Bellame
I'ma go to heaven, nigga, fuck, wat y'all tellin' me
Fuck it, I'ma stop rappin', shawty, sang this hear
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
2.Fresh
Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Djuan Hart
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
Wrist pinker than Miss Piggy the puppet hoes love it
Kids love the ice colors are Barney and Tele-tubbies
Chrome dubbies diamonds in our charms are sour
Apple green Jolly Ranch icon
Paint the Tahoe Snapple juice fruit this what Drizzle used to
Know I burn calories Caddy brown like booze do
I'm a lion, you moose food tell you what I'm used to
Colorado cook a mountain of ounces the truth fool
Nothin' less than a deuce fool grind four ways
The back tires on the 5 turn 180 degrees slide both ways
Show you how the mink on shit
Color orange'll drop a brown like a Chico stick
You know I'm comin' back with 'migo bricks
TIP dropped the Maseratti top we doin this for Rico bitch
C4 bitch my trunk sound like a thousand cherry bombs
Fuck one man my shit sound like a thousand Chevy trunks like bam
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
That Regal watermelon red rims watermelon red
They think I think I'm all that I got a watermelon head
Big bank roll heavy as a watermelon weigh it
Do it after I say it know the game and I play it
Know I'm runnin' wit fed when he hit a hundred thousand
Through wit the regular cars now the feds browsin'
Grown man housing, they landed on my island
I'mma continue firin' wipin' 'em out like Thailand
Chevy guts gator I'mma paint the Regal violet
Laffy taffy Polo clothes, Fabo and them be wildin'
ATL stylin' I'm fresher than a mother fuck
8's on the Bourbon but them 9's on my other truck
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
Niggaz try to dressin' me but they just want my recipe
All these niggaz bitin' while these hoes have sex with me
Knew I was a extra G when I pulled up wit extra heat
Yeah, I got a Charger what about the Aqua Lexus jeep
The block like finessin' me, caressin' me and hexin' me
'Big birds' got 'em on the 'Street' call 'em 'Sesame'
The D.A. is ejectin' me lawyer make 'em let me free
Big feet 80 baby started back in 73
Thought we paid 10 for the block we paid 73
Pittsburgh Fletcher Street them Piasters question me
Polo say they care for me in Polo clothes there for me
Checkin' me know my Chevy blue just like a Pepsi be, Dro
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
Body full of Polo clothes fresher than a bitch now
A-1 status make my ho get at yo bitch now
Cartier's on aww man I'm the shit now
Big bankroll, oh, they think I hit a lick now
3.Cartoon
Ride wit da tooley
Broads wanna do me
Dead Fresh Louie
Ice-berg Goofie
Cops wanna do me
I live like a movie
6's on the dualy
Stay blowin fruity
Niggas scared of me, my potnas say
They beggin for the chopper play
Body guard killas got a house where Kevin Costner stay
Might just play some golf today
Never put the glock away
Jackas try to 2-step I make they ass rock away
Elegant, catch me at a symphany and opera play
Paint the 'rarri poppa grey and blow the whole top away
No matter what the coppers say
Still move a block a day
All you niggas pop or play or lay where Jimmy Hoffe lay
Rebel outlaw, that's the same shit that Pac would say
Niggas gotta walk away, My chopper long as Dr. J
Amarilla gots to play, I might hop on the yacht today
Not today but fuck it Ima kill 'em in the block today
Trans Am wit the candy coat
Wait til ya see the Phantom though
Spend dollars with ya ho eatin grapes and cantelope
Shawty said she wanna see me naked like De'angelo
Guts on deck, fuck playin I'll bam a ho
I can have an' ho, I aint wantin for an' ho
Grand Hustle in the buildin so what you sayin ho
Yall pop new cris, We drinkin that old cris
This cost mo' bitch, that '74 shit
Bankhead nigga eatin octopus and swordfish
My whole clique gorgeous, say my name 'n forge it
Fake faggot-ass cliques full of Boy George's
They hate the team cuz the yard full of Rolls Royces
Niggas try, aint no stoppin us, I fried 'em like Taloppia
I'm mafia, talkin to my german in the boxster
President dinner bitch, a grand for the lobster
A grand for the oysters, stuffed clam and bosperch
Bitch I had talent way before they had apollo search
Above par work 'for Ed McMahon and star search
I called Kurt, found out I can rap and let 'em all heard
Several years later I'm the nigga in the tall vert
Section A killer man all I need is yard work
Hard work, flatland Adam-ville, dog work
Dey just mad to see me cuz my Chevy look like Starburst
Get ya feelings 'n all hurt, wait til ya see the fall vert
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