JACKBOY FORGOT HOW TO CRY LYRICS

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FORGOT HOW TO CRY Lyrics - JACKBOY


FORGOT HOW TO CRY
Singer JACKBOY
Composer JACKBOY
Music JACKBOY
Song WriterJACKBOY

Lyrics

I probably wouldn’t even rap if it wasn’t for my fans

Got people I never met support me more than friends

Got people I never met who wanna see me win

Baguettes around my neck, I swear, I shine for them



It cost to be the boss, I done paid the price

Slip-up surely costs, he paid with his life

When it’s time to shoot, I’m not thinking twice

Do what I gotta do to make it home at night

Do what I gotta do to make it home at night

Done been through too much pain, he forgot how to cry

He tried to run gamе, couldn’t make up my

Could tell when you be lying from thе look in your eyes



Did everything I could to get this money right

Was robbing in the hood just to go shoot some dice

Was robbing in the hood just to go get some ice

And every chain I got, I could’ve bought it twice

I’m running routes on n**gas, call me Jerry Rice

I took a trip up top just to go and swipe

I’m thankful for this music sh*t, it changed my life

I made a couple million talking on a mic



 



I probably wouldn’t even rap if it wasn’t for my fans

Got people I never met support me more than friends

Got people I never met who wanna see me win

Baguettes around my neck, I swear, I shine for them



It cost to be the boss, I done paid the price

Slip-up surely costs, he paid with his life

When it’s time to shoot, I’m not thinking twice

Do what I gotta do to make it home at night

Do what I gotta do to make it home at night

Done been through too much pain, he forgot how to cry

He tried to run game, couldn’t make up my

Could tell when you be lying from the look in your eyes



I keep a dirty heater on me

They plotting, heard they scheming on me

Got millions, I don’t need a homie

Got millions, now these b**ches on me

Even in the dark, girl, I’m shining

Could start a water park with all these diamonds

Learned how to move smart and duck indictments

Now, word up out the feds, I’m on an island



I probably wouldn’t even rap if it wasn’t for my fans

Got people I never met support me more than friends

Got people I never met who wanna see me win

Baguettes around my neck, I swear, I shine for them



It cost to be the boss, I done paid the price

Slip-up surely costs, he paid with his life

When it’s time to shoot, I’m not thinking twice

Do what I gotta do to make it home at night

Do what I gotta do to make it home at night

Done been through too much pain, he forgot how to cry

He tried to run game, couldn’t make up my

Could tell when you be lying from the look in your eyes




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