[Chorus]
Yeah, they say, "Black boy, don't cry"
Get yo’ money, then get fly
Put yo' mom in a big house
Just do enough so you get by
Gotta hold yo' head up on this side
Yeah
[Verse 1]
If I could start from scratch, I woulda left in 06
Same Dickies with the J’s, still rockin' foam clips
Same Carter II album bangin' through the boombox
Same Pelle Pelle jacket that left the whole school hot
Same shirt spray-painted with my dawg face on it
Same bullets flyin' by me with my dawg name on it
I could barely even dream 'cause they all came hunted
We was rarely in the field, but we still had to throw 'em
I seen more than I speak about
But it's been common to preach more than you be about, yeah
Still runnin' from the cops, steady real reachin’
Crazy you got the sauce, but not the real seasoning
Listen, I need attention when the real speakin’
'Cause Pops showed me the game, but He still leavin’
It's dangerous in my hood, yeah
They killin' off for a profit, yeah
My ex told me I wasn't nothin’
She also said she a prophet, eh
You know why?
[Chorus]
They say, "Black boys don't cry"
Get yo' money, then get fly
Put yo' mom in a big house
Just do enough so you get by
Gotta hold yo' head up on this side
If you make a way, I'll make it out
They say, "Black boy, don't cry"
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Distance myself from shorties, look at myself as hunted
This how I feel when she knockin', I can't do nothin' about it
Feel like I'm stuck in cycles, my mind has been biking
Women my weakness, idols, sorry, I know I'm triflin'
Far as my heart can see, he cursed, but I try to keep fightin'
Pain in my reflect, lookin' for resets, cold-hearted
Bring the heat up, what in hell did you bring up about me?
I know that you doubt me, you show that about you, I seen it
Look like you started schemin', been gettin' hard to breathe and
Paranoid while sleepin', feel like my life is creepin' to end
Still holdin' my head
[Chorus]
Yeah
Get yo' money, then get fly
Put yo' mom in a big house
Tell her you payin' the rent now
I know you see me from heaven now
Came a long way from 7-mile
I made the way, bring heaven down
You made a way, I made it out
[Outro]
They say, "Black boy, don't cry"
Get yo' money, then get fly
Put yo' mom in a big house
Tell her you payin' the rent now, yeah
Black Boy Don’t Cry was written by Parris Chariz.
Black Boy Don’t Cry was produced by Xanvas.
Parris Chariz released Black Boy Don’t Cry on Wed Sep 19 2018.