Rampage Wood & Nick Bradley - CRY NO TEARS

Aye
I'm back alive
Blood in my eyes
Praise the most high
I cannot cry
I swear I tried
That ain't no lie
Mornings I wake just to survive
Can't get no peace
Open call, casting call
They act like they know me
The big homie
Back on my bully
God's timing made me more hungry
I had to pull it
Know I'm greenlit from half court
Study my flow
I got em' growing in they Jansport
Act like you know
I give lecture while Nick provides texture
My thoughts been getting deeper
Gravity applied pressure
The tension in the city getting thick as old sketchers
And like a grad chapter we was raised by old steppers
I swear to God
I swear to God I'm out my body now
Got niggas loading shell companies like shotty rounds
We on telegram with Money Man
It's a bull run, I doubled down
Quarterback I call the plays
And niggas huddle round
The Billy Goat, sickest you know
It's winter time, so I'm back like that itch in ya throat
It's horns back on my head, lungs filled up with smoke
Forest fire in a Backwood killing me slow
We out front for the backend
Like a phone line we tapped in
A new sun every day but we are not kin
As I rise, they cover eyes, I shine bright
Crystal Ball, I can see all, divine sight
When money call, a nigga can't help but get involved
It's getting like the eggs, over-easy, runny, raw
At this point me and the game should be common law
I took the top off the whip like a camisole
Triple OG, I'm smoking Triple OG
Screen Writers Guild the way they plotting on me
I bought all the designer but rock cotton white tees
Take an axe to the studio, start chopping down trees
What's good nigga

Written by:
Matthew Holbrook

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