Hood Cry

[Intro]
Detroit police released surveillance video after a man was shot and killed while putting gas in his car
This all happened at a Marathon gas station on Grand River near Telegraph
Video here shows the suspect pull up to the station, get out of his car, and aim at a man pumping gas
Police say the suspect fired several times, killing the man and leaving a seventeen year-old woman in critical condition

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
Can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the— damn, yeah

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Was the same, knew the game, knew the code, knew the ropes
Spend his days gettin' high, still workin' on the low
Still waitin' on his lick while he runnin' through the load
They could tell he in the trap from the pictures that he post
From the company that he keep, from the watches on his sleeves
When there's pressure on your back, you know it be hard to sleep
When there's pressure on your back, gotta get it any means
Got him cornered cuttin' clients, told him spend that shit with me
At the table baggin' packs, bitch, he dreamin' 'bout a ki'
You know ain't no turnin' back, how I'm livin' in the D
Why they stabbed him in the back? He would think that it was beef
Shakin' hands with fake friends, ain't no love in the streets
Gave a hug to his mama, felt her legs gettin' weak
Ain't nobody heard a thing, he been dead for a week
Lose-lose 'cause his partners, they won't stand on a thing
Then I heard my phone ring, different day the same thing (Fuck)

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
Can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the— damn, yeah

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
You know the trenches devastated, got your obituary laminated
Overdosin' on this medication, meditating
Without you here, the hood been segregated
Sheddin' tears about your expiration
Niggas up and left a gangster, give me drop, I need a destination
Like fuck the last one you caught, renew your registration
Like fuck whoever ain't gon' slide about this declaration
Ostracized without no explanation, yeah, he no longer team
G-O-D if I don't step, you got my soul to keep
G-O-D, them boys the type to postpone the beef
G-O-D, this shit bunk, ain't how it's 'posed to be
Pointers 'round your portrait on this Cuban keep you close to me
I love you, Blood
Niggas ain't fuck with you, but actin' like they fuck with Blood
Yeah, that's what fucked us up
Said, "I love you, Blood"
Nggas ain't fuck with you, but actin' like they fuck with Blood
Ain't tryna thunder nothin'

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the hood cry
Can't see it comin' down my eyes, but you done made the— damn, yeah