Estee Nack - Eyes Cry lyrics

[Verse 1] You see the anger in my face? I musta had a bad day around the way Yo, f** a J-O with this average a** pay I'm sick of stacking pennies just to eat I'm getting hollow And I'm looking more like n***as in the street collecting bottles This life game is misery, picture me doing sticks A weak connect done kept me out the gang that hit your crew with bricks I'd rather hit your crew and flip, take yours And snatching off your platinum crucifix, coming across cake more I pulled this gun out in eight stores hoping that I ate more Cleaning out the register and skate fore the cops come Cause if they catch up I'ma box one and probably get locked Writing letters and no response I'm a dark sun, shining underground with all the beasts Illuminating devils 'fore they back up in the streets In the recent, living like me up in the precinct Nobody miss em, trapped up in the system on some thief sh** [Hook (repeat x2)] At times, I took look at how we living and I (cry) I guess it can't change, it's all the same And the sky's still grey as tears pouring like rain I just (cry) It's like a sick mixture in your vein bruh [Verse 2] Ayo, inject these herron thoughts inside your noggin I'll show you the deal like addicts seeking a bargain You ever seen a crack fiend smoke? You ever went broke? And tried to sell a crack fiend soap? It's hard to stack, unless a n***a find a car to jack Jaguars and Macs, and n***as pa**ing em like quarterbacks So maybe n***as hustle more than Nack, if that's the case then Maybe I should snatch the auto ratchet out the basement The same ghetto faces, this ghetto never faceless It only gets worse as we get further from better places Judges throw on the mask of Jason And f** the ghetto in the a** without the Bacitracin I'm taking taxi transportation to the telly it's 2 AM already And I haven't seen a single customer, this sh** is dead I'm trying to jet and smoke a blizz to calm a n***a down, wilding Limited, it's like I'm stuck on a deserted island yo [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, take a walk up on my side of the strip You often have your toolie by you to survive in this sh** I'm trying to eat and predators is trying to eat up off my plate It's hard to handle it, I wanna get my feet up off this place And money making something that can [?] Same dirty kicks as last year and broken bummy ST It's like with every step I take I see another n***a like me Sleeping when the sun is up while hustling the nightly But still I'm broke as f**, I'm having trouble paying bills Living life illegal and I ain't got sh** to say until I gotta do this to survive or I'ma die when the Snow cover the sky, I ain't sleeping outside And that's my word and balls together, even if I gotta Rob, steal, and merk for all the cheddar, breathing this, I'm living it It's most definite, times is hard as f** This Sin City we live in is like a garbage truck I'm flicking off the dutch and watch a rat cross the street High as f**, thinking money just like me In an attempt to cross the same street, all of his brothers died But he crossed to get the garbage on the other side I had a crazy conversation with a crackhead Grazing my palms and waving her arms After two hits she read my future, it was funny She said by the same Saga come home we gon have this money, uh [Hook]