Will-Lean - No More Tears lyrics

(*talking*) Stressing man, just think Money'd take me to these levels Hustlers understand, huh Ro Gutter, gone [Mike D] I live that gangsta life mob life, oh so well Got a-got a hundred, back on bail FED's on my trail, I could smell the swine cooking My faith in the Lord, not in you cowards and pussies K fully loaded, got my goons in place They waiting on the word, to invade your space You n***as is cowards, in this industry Mention the S.U.C., get the attention of he Him, and that whole click that roll wit ya This purple got my rude mood, trying to miss you funny dudes Be about your paper, quit worrying bout this dude My life a movie show, wife the dumb groupie ho She running through my click, out here acting like a stupid ho But I don't let, none of that move me bro Focus get the do', I swear they could have that ho I'm trying to get another million, rapping out of capping down A n***a back down (*talking*) n***a, ask around You know what it do, when a Don touch streets Z-Ro, you better tell these hoes n***a Say today money, is yesterday money (huh) S.U.C. n***a (for life), ha (f** y'all n***as) Corleone n***a, (Z-Ro, a**holes By Nature In the building b**h) [Z-Ro] I'm driving with a suspended license, trying to make it down I-10 And if I get pulled over, this trip could get me five to ten I gotta admit my cup of coedine, got me drowsy But my hunger for paper, keep me focused it won't allow me To slip up this fully loaded AK, I promise you don't want me to pick up Let that b**h catch a case of the hiccups, and burn off in my pick-up I'm hustler ho I stay on the grind, either drop off or I pick up I was real before the cash came, I'm still real I'm never gon switch up I get big bucks, and if you ain't tal'n bout helping me get big bucks Get the f** off my perimeter, before my b**h f** both your lips up Slide a clip up in the mack, Bloods and Crips up in one pack With the main objective, of emptying out their clips up in your back Look I just came home don't make me go there, you don't wanna take Ro there Cause the only way I'm coming back is one deep, I'll murder your a** think I won't playa Now it could be the 4-4, or the 4-fever So for the same reason you wouldn't f** with Mike Tyson, don't f** with Ro either [Will-Lean] I'm a Clover G vet, jumping out the Lac Similar to a slug, jumping out the tech AK shells coming, tumbling out your neck While Screwed Up Click sh**, bumping out the deck Yeah we back on the streets, forever packing our heat Scratching the back of the seat, in the back of the Jeeps I'm a beast, quick to bust a cap in your teeth Armored pierced hollow tips, attacking your streets Load up the callicoes, 44's and guillotines HK's hand grenades, and the M-16 With night vision, plus equipped with a beam Them Screwed Up Click n***as, they addicted to green Believe that, fresh bank accounts n***a read that I'm still in the streets, I could take you where them ki's at 14-8, that's the going ticket The Chemist I'm A-1, but I'm known to whip it come on