These tears are no longer for you baby
These tears are no longer for you baby
(Heatmakers, crack music)
These tears...
These tears...

[Fred the Godson:]
It's Gordo!

Trey lab with Fred, we can turn it Beirut
Get head in your bed, fingers all in your bae roots (Haha)
She wildin' off, I'm like a shot of that Grey Goose
Don't care for my eclairs, lick a shot at ya grey goose
The illest to illustrate it
The realest if skill's debated (That's true)
Still they hated, like, "Fuck your lyricism"
Ten forty belows, constructive criticism
Gordo... Joell
Go slow, gas blow, oh well
Gettin' that cake, cash and love, gotta go to the scale
On a plate, mask and gloves, I ain't go to Modell's
Feinds in Hell, stuff went well
Before I was workin' with Lil' Puffs like Andre Harrell
This is for my hood niggas waitin' on a cell
All my niggas up north with they weight up in the cell
I'm [?]

[Method Man, Joell Ortiz