[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
You know?
I seen my n***a, he was crying, said he wouldn't cry
I seen my mama cry (Al Geno on the track)
I seen them all cry (Seen a lot of them cry, I seen)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
No more pain, no more pain, no more pain, no more (No more)
No more rain, no more rain, no more rain, no more (No more)
No more cries, no more cries, no more cries, no more (No more cries)
No more lies, no more lies, no more lies, no more (No more lies)
Stuck in the hood but if we leave, where is we gon' go? (Where we gon' go?)
Runnin' around the town, that runt gon' blow but he don't snort no coke
He went to jail, he not an Arab, he can't make store
I keep my nine like Steve McNair but I can't trust my ho

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez & Boosie Badazz]
In the hood, they treat me like a God, they don't know I rode in a Demon
Went from kickin' doors, makin' mamas holler, now my music screaming
Keep the nine on me like Iguodala, but my wife ain't Christina
Tryna stack this paper to the ceiling so I slept on the floor with lil [?]
They say, "Rylo, since you gettin' that money, what you ain't no slave no more?" (No slave no more) Nah
When I was broke, where the hell y'all were? Damn right, I'm not tryna hang no more (Ain't tryna hang no more)
Where I'm from couldn't play sports so we rob, some n***a sell that dope (Some n***as sell that dope)
And no one from my projects made the NFL, so we had to find another way to score (Another way to score)
It's sometimes, fuckin' her face, lil' Juice still sell that snow (Sell that snow)
It's five a.m., fuck her face then eight I'ma send 'em off to clock in (Yeah, yeah)
My n***a Mark got killed, doing swiper no swipin', I seen him on Fox 10, yeah (Ah, ah)
Fuck a rap n***a, I ain't in that DM, I ain't tryna lock in
It was Mayweather when I pulled up, four rings, but I wasn't boxing (Wasn't boxing)
That means that's an auto, but a n***a used to drive hotboxes (Hotboxes)
Being broke almost drove me crazy, might try to suspend my license (Suspend my license)
I'm going up like Randy Moss but I ain't never play for the Vikings (For the Vikings)
Long live PeeWee and Laguy even though I'm not from Creighton (I'm not from CPT)
"Why Rylo feeling himself?" He must think that he light skin (Must think he light skin)
I was thinkin' 'bout killin' myself, [?] stay in the projects (In the projects)
'Cause I got n***as in the cell and they not with Verizon (Ain't with Verizon)
They killed [?], hit him with that heat, left the hood cold (Cold, cold)
Wanted to cry when I seen the bullet holes in the screen door (Woah, woah)
Don't let her Instagram followers fool you, she still a ho (She still a freak)
I know [?] trippin' off that mojo, that's still a bro (That's still my boy)
I be tellin' [?], "I'ma split that wig 'bout you" (That's a bar, yeah, yeah)
Pray every day I have a kid by you (Have a kid by you)
Where the sun goes (The sun goes), and the rain drops don't no (Rain drops won't, no)
Came up sleepin' in the bandos (Sleepin' in the bandos)
Mother, why you buyin' candles? (Mother, why you buyin' candles?)
Lights off, Miss Julie cryin' tears, they was glowing (Glowing)
Granddaddy let us borrow money, kept us going (Going)
I fucked a model at her condo, she didn't know I was a damn burglar (Burglar)
She eat my dick all day but she won't touch a hamburger (Hamburger)
My cup so dirty, I don't never think 'bout buyin' dish detergent (Dish detergent)
I ain't wanna rob him but I had to 'cause that shit was urgent
They hit lil' Shank up with a chop, now I wanna pull a murder (Pull a murder)
Adam lied like he got kidnapped, made granny pay ransom, I wanted to murk him (Wanted to murk him)
Wanna kill my cousin, say, "Family matter," but I'm not Steve Urkel
Reminiscin' around my n***as, bumpin', smokin' on purple
(This that shit that we get high to, that gangsta music, n***a)
I know it look all good but I still got problems
I didn't want to be no cop, but all I heard was sirens
I don't do no songs 'cause these n***as fake
No basketball goal, go cut up the crate
Had to buy a keyboard just to make her give me space (Give me space)
I ran up some money but I ain't throw it in they face (I ain't go to brag)
All your homies informants, they gon' be right on your case
Pull up, Cayenne, caught with the horse (With the horse)
Church's Chicken and basketball, we came up playing HORSE (Yeah)
I wonder who will still be 'round if today, I lose my voice
I wished she still rolled and called me Rylo, my name ain't Royce
Ayy, seen my n***a get hit up with them slugs
Woah, he was brain-dead, they pulled the plug
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
No more pain, no more pain, no more pain, no more (No more)
No more rain, no more rain, no more rain, no more (No more)
No more cries, no more cries, no more cries, no more (No more cries)
No more lies, no more lies, no more lies, no more (No more lies)
Stuck in the hood but if we leave, where is we gon' go? (Where we gon' go?)
Runnin' around the town, that runt gon' blow but he don't snort no coke
He went to jail, he not an Arab, he can't make store
I keep my nine like Steve McNair but I can't trust my ho

[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Where the sun goes, and the rain drops don't, no
Came up sleepin' in the bandos
Mother, why you buyin' candles?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah