This is a song about "When a hustler cry"

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

When you can run away and cry, me,

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

That ain't a lie as this ends with your fatal cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

When i held you i used to cry

Why cry, when i could take his advise,"always look a man in his eyes before u kill him,"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Scenes make a grown man cry