King Pwee - Who Gone Kry Lyrics

Who gone cry for that kid in the trenches
Aint nobody give it to him by any means he go get it
Got Ms Johnson in the window she aint minding her business
Rob the pizza man know she gone tell my mama I did it
Everybody say just stay down lil nigga you gifted
They all know I had a dream but they just couldn't see the vision
Aint graduate my mama prayed her baby didn't see a prison
Broke her heart when my big brother signed his name on that sentence
Cus he was pose to be the black Blake griffin
Putting on capes for these bitches got him a dub off that robbery conviction
Fucked me up Maully aint playing for Clemson
Had so much faith in my dawg I'll trade it all to get him back in equipment
Number 1 rule never speak on the business and I aint gone speak on these niggas
I leveled up I'll drop a fee on these niggas
I know them niggas in ya ear saying don't fuck with them niggas
100 Round drum 762 ion need switches on none of them glizzys
Bitch I'm from the south where you'll get killed from word of mouth
Turn a rapper to a memory since he dissing for some clout
Is we rappers or is we Gangstas thought we was trying to make it out
But these lil niggas aint gone learn until somebody take em out
See I was told if you thuggin don't love a soul til you trust em
Made a plate out of crumbs I really came up from nothing
Shared a room with my sister slept on the floor with my brother
On the run at my granny's in that back room with a cutter
If it wasn't for my daddy I swear ion know where I'll be
I walked home from that county without no shoes on my feet
Aint have no phone and the clothes I had on was all that I had
House to house couch to couch all my shit in a bag
Now niggas like wee where you been at? shit I been in my bag
Life hit me shit I hit it right back
Aint gotta sell another P I'm really living like that
1300 For these shoes why you did em like that
I could've been went got a chain but I went got me a crib
Could've been went got a grill but I cashed out on my whip
Fo I fuck up the guts rather go buy me a truck
If you can't count up 250 we aint got nothing to discuss
I really came out them trenches none of this shit made up
Fo I had my own plate I had to eat out the mud
Made cups outta my hand fo I could drink out the jug
Only dream I ever had was get my people out the hood
They aint think I could do it but shit I think I can do it
They say that cus they couldn't safe to say we not congruent
I got my hands in some money I can't go out like I'm stupid
I aint trying to put you up under I just can't rock with ya movement
I want to speak to the streets this got nothing to do with the music
Every rapper ain goofy I ain that dont be foolish
All that matters I'm still in here with my day ones
And I got killers owe me favors

Who gone cry for that kid in the trenches
Aint nobody give it to him by any means he go get it
Got Ms Johnson in the window she aint minding her business
Rob the pizza man know she gone tell my mama I did it
Everybody say just stay down lil nigga you gifted
They all know I had a dream but they just couldn't see the vision
Aint graduate my mama prayed her baby didn't see a prison
Broke her heart when my big brother signed his name on that sentence
Cus he was pose to be the black Blake griffin
Putting on capes for these bitches got him a dub off that robbery conviction
Fucked me up Maully aint playing for Clemson
Had so much faith in my dawg I'll trade it all to get him back in equipment
Number 1 rule never speak on the business and I aint gone speak on these niggas
I leveled up I'll drop a fee on these niggas
I know them niggas in ya ear saying don't fuck with them niggas
100 Round drum 762 ion need switches on none of them glizzys
Bitch I'm from the south where you'll get killed from word of mouth
Turn a rapper to a memory since he dissing for some clout
Is we rappers or is we Gangstas thought we was trying to make it out
But these lil niggas aint gone learn until somebody take em out
See I was told if you thuggin don't love a soul til you trust em
Made a plate out of crumbs I really came up from nothing
Shared a room with my sister slept on the floor with my brother
On the run at my granny's in that back room with a cutter
If it wasn't for my daddy I swear ion know where I'll be
I walked home from that county without no shoes on my feet
Aint have no phone and the clothes I had on was all that I had
House to house couch to couch all my shit in a bag
Now niggas like wee where you been at? shit I been in my bag
Life hit me shit I hit it right back
Aint gotta sell another P I'm really living like that
1300 For these shoes why you did em like that
I could've been went got a chain but I went got me a crib
Could've been went got a grill but I cashed out on my whip
Fo I fuck up the guts rather go buy me a truck
If you can't count up 250 we aint got nothing to discuss
I really came out them trenches none of this shit made up
Fo I had my own plate I had to eat out the mud
Made cups outta my hand fo I could drink out the jug
Only dream I ever had was get my people out the hood
They aint think I could do it but shit I think I can do it
They say that cus they couldn't safe to say we not congruent
I got my hands in some money I can't go out like I'm stupid
I aint trying to put you up under I just can't rock with ya movement
I want to speak to the streets this got nothing to do with the music
Every rapper ain goofy I ain that dont be foolish
All that matters I'm still in here with my day ones
And I got killers owe me favors