Nawf Slim - Rap Tears

I'm supposed to trust you, so I have to ask you why
What's the point of love if it brings me pain to try
Your homie had a gun, but he didn't bust when you died
Tears inside my eyes, so I had to make the song cry
Can't even talk to your guys, so you pillow talk to your bitch
Can't even believe that ho
Cause she tellin' others niggas shit
Now you fucked up, yeah, you get crossed up,
Yeah em's gon' hit you up, yeah, feds gon' lock you up, yeah

Keep to yourself at all times, they don't need to know
Keep it business-wise, don't get personal
Mean mind your business, nigga, mouth shut till
you sentenced, nigga You talk, you finished, nigga, or you gon
be vintage, nigga You can sit back and make money on the down low

Ol girl, I could fuck on you, just hold on to my bankroll
Keep the magazine full, think I'm what I'm bout to pull
Grab my tool and act a fool, nigga, I'm gon' lose my cool
Baby, I could fuck on you from p.m. till the dawn

I know it's a war outside, it's beef, so fire on
Tryin' to keep my sanity, but shit, my mind is gone
Take one to the dome, thinkin' bout my chrome
Hold it in my hands, you don't understand

Got one in the chamber, gon' release all my anger
I don't need no pills to hurt somebody, cause the pain is real
I still get the chills right before we do a drill
I'm supposed to trust you, so I have to ask you why

What's the point of love if it brings me pain to try
Your homie had a gun, but he didn't bust when you died
Tears inside my eyes, so I had to make the song cry
Can't even talk to your guys, so pillow talk to your bitch

Can't even believe that ho, cause she tellin other niggas shit
Now you fucked up, yeah, you get crossed up, yeah
M's gon' hit you up, yeah, em's gon' lock you up, yeah
You get crossed up, yeah
You get crossed up, yeah

Written by:
Elias Hooker

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