Don't Cry - Doap Nixon, Planetary, Demoz

Yeah, let’s go

Hey Paz let’s add on, my nigga

I’m talking about real talk

It’s grown man shit right here

Straight from the heart, I’m talking about

When that acting super cool shit ain’t working no more

You know what I’m saying?

Straight acting, niggas out here acting like gangstas 24/7

Niggas is fugazy

Yo.

The first time I heard rap I was so gassed

Cause back then, you could make an album with no cash

But nowadays everybody is so cool

You got niggas dropping out of school to learn Pro Tools

And this is all facts

I had to learn how to fall back

And stop wasting my time with small cats

They’ll have you caught up in beef that you’ll get killed for

Or caught up in the current, my nigga, that you ain’t built for

And young jawns, getting loose with the cooch

Not understanding everything in this life started with you, but

I know this life is getting kind scary (Hang on)

When you only here you secondary

Man, you most necessary

And AOTP family is too strong

We hold our head high

Cause it’s been down for too long

And once you get it, don’t get it and boast, just do the knowledge

The greater the trial the greater the growth

That’s real

Man up, don’t cry when the struggle approaches

Keep your self at arms reach

Away from haters and jokers

When it’s time to be a man

Make your plan and face it

Things are gonna get better

Once you get out of the basement

The struggle only gonna sit

It lasts if you let it

The only way to overcome it

Is to shuffle through the negatives

If the positives allows you to proceed promptly

React on impulses and show your results calmly

Take it from a man that’ll do for his family

More than he do for 'self

Who else could understand me

The streets are watching so the option is yours

The only way to make an effect

Is ride for the cause, my nigga (Yo!)

We gotta hang on, shorties is giving up

The hood’s broke, cause the government don’t give a fuck

Don’t waste your whole life trying to get cheddar

Hold your head high and don’t cry, shorty, it gets better

Don’t live everyday praying' that hand’s help

This is grown man shit, put in work for your damn self

Don’t waste your whole life trying to get cheddar

Hold your head high and don’t cry, homie, it gets better

I’m come from a broken home

Bloody tears, no cameras

No footage of dad fucking with grandma

Now my daughter getting larger by the minute

Asking questions like, «Where my daddy?»

I tell her

Baby, in this life we live, there’s a life to give

To a upper hand, maybe pretty soon you’ll understand that

I took a sip of your Bacardi my nigga (Oops!)

I was twevle, you was mad, look, I’m sorry my nigga (I'm sorry, my nigga)

And thanks for the party my nigga

You threw for my birthday at parks

Nothing will ever break us apart

Now I’m much bigger, life is much clearer

Percocet abuse and dumbing zanis in my syrup

'Till I’m in the Grammys with a Shakira look-alike

Hook’s is right, I don’t wanna be a crip tonight…

Nope, hope a major label look tonight

Cause I don’t wanna have to strong arm you and get booked tonight

Call it the hood or gutter

For all they looking for is a good mother

But it ain’t none of them that’s left

They took the good from her

It ain’t safe no more, the street is Vietnam

The older guards on their dean

Trying to keep it calm

The streets rough out here, it’s tough out here

And young bols they don’t give a fuck out here (Damn)

But the government the one who put the crack in hoods

We gonna start a revolution, take it back for good

And I don’t give a motherfuck about the police

They the reason every single ghetto having no peace

They putting poison in the water

I don’t know why

This is for the little shorties hold your head and don’t cry

We gotta hang on, shorties is giving up

The hood’s broke, cause the government don’t give a fuck

Don’t waste your whole life trying to get cheddar

Hold your head high and don’t cry, shortie, it gets better

Don’t live everyday praying that hand’s help

This is grown man shit, put in work for your damn self

Don’t waste your whole life trying to get cheddar

Hold your head high and don’t cry, homie, it gets better

Don’t cry!

(*Until the song fades*)