Stop Crying

Damn Feds done raided the meth lab I'm Tom Selleck, them boys hatin' on Meth stash Got Meth mad, somebody playing with Meth bag If Michael Jackson gone, it's just bad This ain't a frown emoji, this just sad This package I'm supplyin' is the best class When Ragga had you flyin', no jetlag Challengin' the signs of red flags It just ain't addin' up, that's just math Check my numbers to check cash Phenomenon, I drop jewels, no neck Rash She quick to smash, no Ramadan, she just fast Like opportunity just passed Life in my community just flash Like a muzzle when that blast Silent weapons for quiet wars, you quiet, boy Them folks singin' ain't choir boys, that's fire, boy I've been through some things other rappers retire for And still spending Gs from a while, boy If I put my two and two together, don't even know what you tryin' for Imagine dyin' don't even know what you're dyin' for I've been through some things other rappers retire for Ain't nobody over here cryin', so what you cryin' for? Better chill with the slime If you ain't built for the time You buggin', stay in your pocket Or get chalked out of line (what you cryin' for?) Stop cryin', stop cryin' Stop cryin', stop cryin' (yeah) Too many new jacks playing the cryin' game (facts) They all sound alike now when they rhyme the same The veterans was on top, now times has changed Gotta change ya mindstate or get blown out the frame (What?) I'm a old head, young nigga, head bunk, pun niggas (Yeah) Tally with my comrades, hustle and jump niggas Don't violate the Shaolin grain, we pile on the train Meth lab, PLO Staten Island Hussain Off the gridlock, come out, smash yo' brain New niggas wear panties, dumb out, act strange Ask 'em what they cryin' for, tears in they champagne (Shaolin) Scared to rap when wolves here, can't maintain Nah, you not the shit, son, you more like a doo-doo stain When we let off you better duck when that bazooka bang We got the rap game locked, mad stupid slang (What up, Meth?) On some Slick Rick shit with the dookie chain (uh-huh) Smack him in the face while his tears are dryin' 160 crew, we leave him on the stairs cryin' Better chill with the slime If you ain't built for the time You buggin', stay in your pocket Or get chalked out of line (what you cryin' for?) Stop cryin', stop cryin' Stop cryin', stop cryin' (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah)