[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I don't care what you new sh** did, I'm a god
You been on my dick since you was a kid
And I ain't never fall off, I got greater
Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater
After that I made more hits, made more knocks
While you was talking bout the LOX, I had the Range on your block
While you was sleeping on the floor, I was out on tour
Hittin' the stage, getting head from some european who*e
I'm like 'please girl don't you cry'
Momma said 'trust nobody' before she died
Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside
If you see me with that mask, b**h you better hide
What y'all n***as wanna do
We smack n***as and leave welts
Strip n***as for fake chains and fake belts
Please, girl don't you cry
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don't you cry
Please, girl don't you cry
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah, in the Range they tryna move up
Right now I'm the game sonically screwed up
Everybody bouncing or they boo'd up
I squeeze my sh** 'til the handles chewed up
Straight [?], c**aine crusades, h**n off vacations
Black tape on a old shotty
I rap resume a wrap around your whole body
Legend is a understatement
Til they find your whole crew individually under basements
You just run your block, we run the nation
Pistols in the air, that's gun inflation
If it ain't [?] under Jason
The ability to get it usually comes with patience
I got the G's on my side, no women or kids so baby please don't cry
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don't you cry
Please, girl don't you cry
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Bringing the gun in the devils den
Think about heaven in hell, laying his medicine
Deep in the [?], my brothers keep the desert evident
Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants
Takes a village to raise a child
Rainy n***as to raise a foul
I was eating n***as food but none of it was for Halal
You don't like me, you can get in the line leaving a pal
With a bunch of snake n***as that wasn't even allowed
Stay high cause a [?] can never hide in the cloud
Please girl don't you cry
I'm outside with my 9 and my .45
The [?] colored Porsche won't be [?]
Shoot the face of a cut throat
Now, I gotta hide in
Call my home in like please girl don't you cry
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don't you cry
Please, girl don't you cry