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