[Intro: Malik Yusef]

Spend all my time in the ghetto part of heaven
Almond milk and honey breakfast from 11 to 11
I kissed God she Ethiopian, the bread is unleavened
I’m in paradise with a pair of dice and all they roll is 7

[Chorus: Mekke’l Carter]

Don’t cry for me
Please don’t cry for me
Please don’t cry for me
No, I don’t need your sympathy

[Verse 1: Travis Kr8ts]

Ughh
Mama died in my arms at 22
My first shootout I had a 22
My life didn’t play out like a violin
Yo' life ain’t playing like a violin
Tears in a bucket man, fuck it man
Just tell my fam to do the running man
Don’t need no hearse, just bring that caravan
And tell my kids I’m still gon’ hold they hand

[Chorus: Mekke’l Carter]

Don’t cry for me
Please don’t cry for me
Please don’t cry for me
No, I don’t need your sympathy

[Verse 2: G Syl]

Syzzel!
Don’t cry for me
Wipe your face
I don’t need your sympathy I simply got his grace
You choose to see the stress
I choose to see the sun
Now I’m a shootin’ star
I was shootin’ guns
Now I’m wit’ Craig and Day-Day
No off days, live on vacay
That’s how it be in LA
But did you jag yourself?

[Mekke’l Carter]

NO I JAGGED MY DRIVEWAY

[Verse 3: The Legendary Fya Man]

Everybody wanna pay bills
And have some bread to put up
But it seem like every time I pay my bills
For a week I be broke as fuck
I be feelin’ like when is this gonna be over
When is we gon’ be straight
When is them gates gon’ open
When imma see God’s face
Til then imma smoke my weed
And try to find a reason to keep on breathing, besides my seed
Cause this life shit always tweakin’
When the reaper come and hug me
I pray I just got through praying
I’m saying can’t go to hell cause that’s way worse than the jail

[Chorus: Mekke’l Carter]

Don’t cry for me
Please don’t cry for me
Please don’t cry for me
No, I don’t need your sympathy

[Verse 4: Malik Yusef]

Nine months, one week in the belly of the beast
Survived off vodka, bag of chips and some weed
Since I was born alive I had everything I need
Treated like a dog, all I had to do was teethe
Treated like a dog, all I had to do was feed
Dog spelled backwards, all I had to do is breathe
We ain’t disciples, but my squad resurrect
You look at it like its odd and complex
But when you the same complexion as God
How could you not have a God complex, on God imma flex
No set trippin’ a set of wings with the uniform
No longer drive a car, I ride on a unicorn
Wings sprout out of the side of that bitch
Here I’m wealthy, down there I was rich

[Chorus: Mekke’l Carter]

Don’t cry for me
(8 Planes)
Please don’t cry for me
(All Saints)
Please don’t cry for me
No, I don’t need your sympathy

[Malik Yusef]

Being that the streets is paved wit’ gold
Got a street named after me
Riding down that bitch pumping music Master P
Found out I’m not a artist, I’m the art masterpiece
Slave to no man
Drapetomaniac
I told the massa, peace