Can’t Cry lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Need y’all n*ggas to feel me, yo
Feel my pain
Said soft n*ggas can’t last hard times, yo
Believe that sh*t
Yeah (yeah), aye (aye)
Real n*ggas don’t cry
Look, yo

[Verse 1]
Was just a youngin’ with that fresh fade
Bird chest, legs skinny
That hoop dreaming had me tryna be the next Penny
Fresh Pennys on my feet
Momma paid for everything I’m wearing
At the fair staring at girls, not a care in the world
Aw n*gga, but sh*t done changed since Mane was my nickname
A little n*gga chasing things, tryna kick game
Now I’m a man worried about my fam
Let me explain
It’s like my pockets stay broke, and if not them sh*t’s sprained
And so I rap for my n*ggas trapped in the struggle
You feeling like the world’s on your back so you stumble
In the field like a quarterback get sacked, then you fumble
Jobs don’t call a n*gga back, so it’s back to the hustle
n*ggas praying for they moms, the same time they moms pray for them
Ask the Lord to stay with them, guide them on they way
But damn a n*gga been a lost faith
It hurts on the usual
The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral (damn)
[Hook]
Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my n*gga
The same ones you love will bring you pain, my n*gga
I don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow
But I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry
And in this life, times getting hard my n*gga
But f*ck that, I’m aiming for the stars, my n*gga
I won’t stop, try ‘til the day I die
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry, no
(ay, ay, ay, yea)
(listen, yo)

[Verse 2]
I sit back and watch the news every now and then
Either get depressed or mad from watching the world just crash
Even the weather’s bad
It be the same sh*t, got my brain twisted
Like, “Damn it’s ’06 and n*ggas still up on that gang sh*t?” (that sh*t old, dawg)
Yesterday this kid got his whole frame split
Only seventeen, he was finna graduate in like three weeks
Some stupid n*ggas got him for his chain
But he fought back, they blasted him and left him on the pavement, uh (rest in peace)
And now they telling me this little girl just got raped
Some dude snatched her, she was standing at the bus stop
Wait man, she was eleven!
What the f*ck is up with this world?
Got these grown n*ggas f*cking with girls?
Plus the cops harassing us
Every week be blasting us, on accident, or so they claim
Reporters sympathizing like they truly know the pain (right)
They killed her only son
Now she wanna blow her brains out
Change the channel man, I can’t watch this sh*t
[Hook]
Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my n*gga
The same ones you love will bring you pain, my n*gga
I don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry
And in this life, times getting hard my n*gga
But f*ck that, I’m aiming for the stars, my n*gga
I won’t stop, try ‘til the day I die
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry, no

[Verse 3]
Take a ride through the city man, tell me what you witness
Poverty, richness, crooked cops, and misfits
Violence, hatred, real devastation
Neighborhoods looking like there’s still segregation
Welfare, single mothers, no jobs
Tryna get a piece for yourself, but they hogging up the whole pie
Fiends in the street so high off of that crack sh*t
This n*gga thirteen with a gat under his mattress (bang!)
White folks got the road to success mapped and that’s all good
But why don’t blacks got that same atlas?
I asked the same question a million ways
And it seems like I done prayed for a million days
But still the ills remain, just bills and pain
Shootouts in project buildings, children slain
Skies filled with rain and I just sit and wonder why
It's enough to make a n*gga wanna cry, but I can’t though
[Hook]
Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my n*gga
The same ones you love will bring you pain, my n*gga
I don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry
And in this life, times getting hard my n*gga
But f*ck that, I’m aiming for the stars, my n*gga
I won’t stop, try ‘til the day I die
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry, no

[Outro]
Yeah, sh*t dedicated to my cousin Ricky man
Hoop dreams cut short man
Learned he had a baby on the way
n*gga wasn’t even a senior in high school
Hold your head man