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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boldy James
Boldy James
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Programming
The California Earthquake
The California Earthquake
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Why are those people cryin'? Watch out for the double cross (Is it for something they've lost?) Tear drops and closed caskets (Why are those people cryin'?) Mafia, what else (Is it for something they've lost?) Blockworks, let's get it I used to get confused, choosing my battles wisely I had to pick and choose My friends came and went, but most of them was murder victims Dead before 20 or caught a frame and had to serve a sentence Free my nigga Raymond, realest nigga from the Murder Mitten Stood tall, hit a nigga for ten thirty-sixes All he wanted to do was ball, and spread the rock around Built my foundation on solid ground Always in and out of town Waking up out of my sleep to them chopper rounds Stick in a gleeko, ColecoVision Me and Nico off the Cliquot, we got three hoes kissin' Niggas eatin', gettin' fat, laced in Moschino, drippin' Wishful thinking with the bag, we get them kilos missin' Grew up in a hell hole, that's why I think so twisted When your wifey a rich bitch, it make you treat hoes different Had to pay my respect, ain't takin' likely to no threats Take a nigga connect, kill him in blatant disrespect Erase him with a text, pop up at your mother crib From the city where niggas get hit for shit that they brother did Fuck a gig, my niggas out here grittin' in Upper Striggs Ain't have a fuck to give, but shit, for now, this just what it is Grandma cussin' me out, quit runnin' in and out the house What's all the fuss about? It's either cut me in or cut it out Ain't grow up with no silver spoon, we had to thug it out I hid a half-a-slab in my room, just waitin' for the drought That money come and go, but who gon' be there when it's gone? When you was off your square, but I bet they was there when it was on The moment all your tokens gone, no minutes on your phone God bless the child that hold his own, that shit hit close to home When everything you ever loves, you lost to the gun From all that you done But down the line that could cost you a son Is it for something they've lost? Why are those people cryin'? Is it for something they've lost?
Writer(s): Alan Maman, James Clay Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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