Y Ricchy - No tears left (feat. Trench KId Will)

Yee
Wooo
Yee
Rally made
Ricchy did it again
Yeee I gatta make the shit real uh
Blood tears on my shirt, yeah we been crying for to long
Sweating tears lose another nigger on phone nigger asking who gone
Splash a nigga can't move a nigga
Dope shit, go move on
Fuck a triggers we go bas some move ain't no real street go hold on
Smoking yeah for too long
Tell myself go move on
Hold a stick gat a match stick I'm be taking pec, until dawn
Dope bars like a goat rhymes I'll be spitting bars like two hones
Living fast ain't going anywhere am here to stay like two home
We being straggling oh right Yeah
Fuck dream wanna take flight
Had to smoke for a little fight
Level knows i gat a yellow slide
With the gang pull the face tight
Lil stocker with a hard right
Bas a trigger when I'm chasin' flights
Cold floor in a cold night
Had to straggle to survive, never hit the street my whole life
Switching up for the pack man i gattta get the bans gatta get a flights
New clothes alright never had fresh nike or new swag
Going crazy in my mind now I'm grind hard for these new racks
All these loses i took feeling hose now i gat new tag
Losing low in my bed feeling no closer push me new drags
Hustle hard for this new chuck i want the new money with the big bag
So i hustle hard every day am just saying no to these rages
Shwaty took my heart and don't why she left
Sitting in a hess now i wonder why she left
Now am grinding hard how i really want the chuck
Money in my mind I just want to chase the bag
Blood tears on my shirt yeah we been crying for to long
Sweating tears lose another nigger on phone nigger asking who gone
Splash a nigga can't move a nigga
Dope shit, go move on
Fuck a triggers we go bas some move ain't no real street go hold on
Smoking yeah for too long
Tell myself go move on
Hold a stick gat a match stick I'll be taking pec, until dawn
Dope bars like a got rhymes I'll spitting bars like two hones
Living fast ain't going anywhere am here to stay like two home
Uh, aren't no remorse
Aren't no tears left
I have being crying for so long, aye
Opps watching ever were, aye
We aren't jumping in to a war, aye
Greedy shit want all of me she just want another song, aye
I aren't never giving her shit, uh
Until we have won, aye
I aren't give a fuck about you little hoe
Now you wanna play with my mind I don't know
Why you fuck me up, right from start
I don't need the shit, no
I don't need that shit, aye
Trying to turn around
Trying to keep my head up
Trying to keep my hopes up
Tell me I'm blowing up
I don't need no fake hoes
I don't need fake hoes
I Just need my new bros
I don't need no new hoes
Yeah,now the pills got me high
And I feel like Imma die
All you do is worst my time
Now I feel like I'm dying!...

Written by:
Trench Will, Y Ricchy

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