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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Sky Cry
I see your pain, through the skies in the backyard
I know you love me, baby you ain“t gotta act hard
I’ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred

Down for the gang, gotta use your brain, we gone make the rocks hard

Shawty say go when it“s time
I thought you was under this here but you not
Puttin“ up with your shit way too many times
Everybody you know say you never was mine
Let a nigga come try, and get hit that iron
Got a real big heart, but I’m real deal slime
Get a real bad bitch, I“ma make her mine
I“m a real street nigga who be totin“ that iron
She a real hood bitch, she the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, some shit on her mind
Post up at the trap with the stick outside
Every bitch in the truck, neither one my kind
Have a daughter by choice, I“ma name her Kind
Come and knock at the door with the rod in the ride

Ray Ray, RiRi, the Arabian tribe
You a never get far with you tellin“ them lies

I know you never left me, and I know you probably right for me
And I can“t say why I“m leaving
I just wanna tell you it’s hard, no it ain’t easy being me

And you don“t know how to play your part wit a nigga
On stage turnt up wit the hardest of niggas
You needa go read a thesaurus to niggas
Them shooters they sleep wit that rod in a pillow
You tried to make a choice, but your heart in the middle
I see your soul in the sky through a symbol
No insurance for the incidentals

Real bitches go hard for they niggas

Let a nigga come try, and get hit that iron
Got a real big heart, but I’m real deal slime
Get a real bad bitch, I“ma make her mine
I“m a real street nigga who be totin“ that iron
She a real hood bitch, she the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, some shit on her mind
Post up at the trap with the stick outside
I’m a real street nigga, who be totinĀ“ that iron

I see your pain, through the skies in the backyard
I know you love me, baby you ain“t gotta act hard
I“ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred
Down for the gang, gotta use your brain, we gone make the rocks hard