No point

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[Intro] (Huh, huh) [Chorus] Yeah (Huh) Ain't no point in crying Niggas know we sliding It ain't no point in hiding (Point in hiding) They said they might shoot my bro Told me he feel like dying (Feel like dying) I done had enough I don't feel like fighting (Feel like fighting) Do you want to get high? Do you feel like flying? (Feel like flying) [Verse] I feel like ridin' 'round the city, tryna find the niggas that shot my brother (Shot my brother) Not my blood brother, we the same, nigga, just a different mother (Different mother) It's some soldiers that got left behind (Got left behind) It's some soldiers that got left behind (Left behind) Breaking her back, I'ma break her spine (Break her spine) And the bitch bad, and the seats recline (Seats recline) That nigga broke and his card declined (His card declined) That's my twin, that's my partner in crime (Partner in crime) Feel like Deion Sanders in his fuckin' prime (Sand', in his prime) I pass the ho to my bro (Bro) I throw my brodie a dime (A dime) I'm up in Neiman, I spent ten Bitch, I just spent me a dime (Spent me a dime) Model lil' ho, met her on Instagram This ho kinda fine (Kinda fine) This ho— this ho— This ho bad as hell (Bad as hell) I get— (Hot), I get— (Hot) I get hot as hell (Hot as—) I got some good dope, it come from Cali' Tell my bro, "Send it through the mail" (Through the mail) He tried to slide by on this side, but then that pussy nigga failed (He failed) Then the pussy nigga died (Died) And then make your momma cry (Cry) I heard his momma died the next day Something to do with suicide (Suicide) All because her baby died (Die) Man, this don't ever end (End) Man, this shit don't ever stop (Stop) That's what comes with being on the block twenty-four-seven I know niggas slide with MAC-10s I know niggas slide with MAC-11s (MAC-elev—) He ain't ever heard of MAC-12 That's that shit that sent that nigga to Heaven (Heaven) We still tryna talk to God I ain't tryna talk to rappin' (Talk to rap) [Chorus] Yeah Ain't no point in crying Niggas know we sliding It ain't no point in hiding (Point in hiding) They said they might shoot my bro Told me he feel like dying (Feel like dying) I done had enough I don't feel like fighting (Feel like fighting) Do you want to get high? Do you feel like flying? (Feel like flying)
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- Cosantana