[Lyric] Ain’t Gon’ Cry (Mizzle Mac)

So you not the ONE?
Who’s next? I ain’t gon’ cry about it
Tell you the truth, or tell you nun
Before I lie about it
Just know I’m riding with my gun
And you can die about it
I cut you off, that mean I’m gone
Bitch, ain’t no why about it
Knew you was hating from the jump
No, you weren’t sly about it
Thought you was slick, thought I was dumb
Well nigga try about it
I keep a blick, get smoked like blunts
Blue bullets spiral out it
My homies sick, go off on hunts
And get the siren sounding

She not the one hold #2, just cause her dome astounding
Was here for fun, something to do, now off to guala counting
Got niggas moving on my cue, you’ll be a water fountain
I’ll have my niggas run your blues, act like I’m your accountant
She not the one, and not him either.. but shit that’s life though
He like the Brutus to my Caesar, but that’s how life go
I really do this, you niggas weiners when I got my pole
Got them like, “Who this?,” they ain’t seen ‘er, bitch I’m Michael

I’m really cool, I’m selling ‘dope’ just like my mama neighbors
Follow my rules and you can hope.. that I’m just gonna stay here
I got the tool, like Bob and nope nobody gonna take it
That boy a fool, well he misspoke and now he moving gracious

So you not the ONE?
Who’s next? I ain’t gon’ cry about it
Tell you the truth, or tell you nun
Before I lie about it
Just know I’m riding with my gun
And you can die about it
I cut you off, that mean I’m gone
Bitch, ain’t no why about it
Knew you was hating from the jump
No, you weren’t sly about it
Thought you was slick, thought I was dumb
Well nigga try about it
I keep a blick, get smoked like blunts
Blue bullets spiral out it
My homies sick, go off on hunts
And get the siren sounding
And get the siren sounding..
My homie sick, he go on hunts and get the siren sounding
I got him hit, I got him done, and ain’t nobody found him

(318 Zilla:)

Nobody knows, I got to make it home
I ride with choppas in the ghetto
They sing like a falsetto

Wait til they get a load of this shit
I want a 7 car garage, fill it up with (?)
And park ‘em where I’m from
No catching up with this shit.. at all
Remember living hard, now I’m living like the one

So you not the ONE?
Who’s next? I ain’t gon’ cry about it
Tell you the truth, or tell you nun
Before I lie about it
Just know I’m riding with my gun
And you can die about it
I cut you off, that mean I’m gone
Bitch, ain’t no why about it
Knew you was hating from the jump
No, you weren’t sly about it
Thought you was slick, thought I was dumb
Well nigga try about it
I keep a blick, get smoked like blunts
Blue bullets spiral out it
My homies sick, go off on hunts
And get the siren sounding