Big Boys Don't Cry (feat. Moz808)

Hey! This to all my friends that be dead This to all my friends that be dead All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) ‘Cuz big boys don’t cry Big boys don’t cry All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) ‘Cuz big boys don’t cry Big boys don’t cry All of my friends that be dead Chasin’ materialistic shit All of my friends that be dead (dead) I need my jeans on that Rick (Rick Owens) All of my friends that be dead Yeah I’m in love with the money It do not help with the pain Tell me where the drugs at Bad bitch And she lay on my bed Wake up and don’t even make bed Early in the morning I just want the head Lost way too many relatives All in a year But I keep on holdin’ on strong All of my tears done froze ‘Bout to move back to the cold In any weather I’m cozy Sweatshirts all summer Dropping bombs Osama I ‘on’t want no drama I just want me a Michelle No Obama Thick got Serena Rackaids You and I Different brackets All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) ‘Cuz big boys don’t cry Big boys don’t cry All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) All of my friends that be dead Ain’t no tears shed (nah) ‘Cuz big boys don’t cry Big boys don’t cry 808 Trizzy 808 Yeah I’m not a camelo I’m a gangster I ain’t talkin’ sex Only deal with cash Like a money machines You are talking shit Watch your mouth You can lose your teeth Just on a click Yeah Yeah Yeah (click, click) ‘Cuz big boys don’t cry They spend all the time Chasing dreams, On the grind From outside and inside The soul It’s the same cause Gangster bitch On your knees Drop the gun Uh uh Drop the panties I wanna see it all And the bro code No Ciroc That’s the DLow You feel me bro! 808 Yeah! I got people that I know That are dead to me (that I know) Some alive, some are dead Uhm, Rest In Peace (that I know) Girl I know u chasing clout all on IG (Out on I) Uhh! You can miss me (You can miss me) Miss me with that bullshit (With that bull) Got a brand new thottie And she bougie (she too bougie) Girl I’m way too hood to be bougie (Uhm, I’m too hood) Uh, I ain’t got no feelings (Yeah) Tryna stack this money up to the ceiling (To the ceiling) Acting kinda weezy I ain’t no ceilings (Yeah) Lost my dawg to the system (like that!) When he come out, We go back to that hood shit! Hey! Momma told me Imma big boy So I won’t cry Momma told me Imma big boy So I won’t cry Yeah I won’t cry Momma told me Imma big boy So I won’t cry All of my homies are dead This To All of the homie that are dead!