Song Cry

VO dude Good kid turned to the goon Good kid mad city where it's full of doom Thinking of a way to make 6K by noon Then do it again, they know I'm staying high till I land You gon to see who really with you when that shit hit the fan Go from boy to the man, got the platform and the plan They sitting on they ass, somebody had to make a stand Got the world in my palm, now they get out of hand Clash of the clans, where they send the losers up to Shands Can't understand, why the hate in the air Make the song cry, leave the beat with a tear Don't nobody tell the truth, so I'm living my dares Bleu cheese, bitch please, we can take it there Tall trees, big leagues, who going to make it there Made the rules to the game but I ain't make it fair Copy the blueprint is you stupid, boy I need my shares If she say she belong to Ceej it's some cake back there Bad bitch looking like Caresha Nia Long I love her cause she know how to make her money long These hoes be weak, cheap and leach then try to do you wrong Sit back in my kicks and make hits like I'm Barry Bonds I need 6 rings for my team, no bronze Might take the throne in my city, I'm the VO Bron Nah I ain't fond of how these niggas been acting Test me, math section gon be full of subtraction Ima keep making these songs so everybody got captions Drifting in the rain, looking like I turnt off the traction Niggas trying to copy style, going broke on that fashion You know you real when you still bag a bitch in that Pacsun She getting waxes, cause she know I make ha soul cry Sound like a love song, I never made her soul dry V stand for Versatile, I know they hate it when I try These niggas taking Ls, swear I hate it when they lie Ain't tryna make it by I'm tryna touch the sky Youngest winning in this shit so they ask me why Did I drop another hit, like I'm J-A-Y And Z love me, behind that pretty face they know Ceej gon get ugly Trying to stack these G's, cause I know that money love me Always rep the V, yeah I know the VO love me And, Oh it's great to be Mr. GVO dummy And I can't wait to see how to we turn to young money Get dumb money, while sipping bubbly Then they gonna say that I started acting funny On my headstone I hope it say, the best that's done it My dawg 15 so I gotta go number one it I'm Harvin back deep so you better not punt it I say let's run it, ion wanna hear the song cry I'll put my pain up on the track and let the song die Don't try to stab me in the back, I'm the wrong guy No body bag, this filled with cash, all my friends died Bad bitches in my DM waiting for reply While me and mine in the Hilton, like I'm T.Y Was taught to do it right the first time, now I see why The second is the worst time, ain't no retry Drinking champagne on birthdays, like B.I Gs sitting on the counter Lame niggas hang together, I ain't never fuck with downers Only really niggas it ain't never been no different Put my bitch in Dior cause she love to call me Christian Or should I get that Louboutin Put some water round her neck thats my fish out the pond I'm a Don, don't got no daughter but she call me daddy If she do a nigga right we can share the addy It turned into a love song, baddie with a fatty It ain't bout bread, then it's dead Don't chat about no patty Ima be XXL, when my brudda win the Natty And Ima be daddy, same day I know I got rich That's gon be the same day I stop saying bitch Been setting trends so long, these niggas really my jhitts They know I love that cheese so much, I put it in my grits Feel like I'm Mike Jack, told them boys that this is it This the one, they gon bang my shit Ain't get no banner, where my plaque, trying to hang my shit I only snap up on the track so they can't change my shit Young nigga from the city throwing out the first pitch And get you hit, get the gist, bet not make my list Cause I wish, somebody out there hoping I miss Come up out the city and get rich without writing a diss Know I'm the shit, leave em pissed and my ass to kiss Sickest Nike nigga, so I wear a mask with this I know asked for this, so I ain't passing it They can't grab it from me, cause I ain't no average dummy Sending out them mummies, perkys in they tummies While me in bae thinking bout booking flights to London So I call her Tipton, need a grade A bitch to stop me from pimpin Cause ain't no love out here for a nigga and everybody know that Get my waves back, don't wave back, if you changed sides I keep a Bonnie, in my circle gotta keep Clyde Gotta have niggas round you, that's like you Put yo trust into some niggas you know they gon slide Niggas switch on you for niggas they know ain't gon ride But that ain't my problem, I know how to solve em, don't need no revolver I was born to be a baller I'll Rockafella if a nigga playing w my dollar Don't got no collar, always with my dawgs, I call em shottas And don't say nada Gotta stand my ground Done snapped for five minutes straight, pick yo favorite noun Fuck them critics, Ima just make my own crown Leave em astounded Be having and they ain't know cause ian have em round me Tell them boys quit doubtin And tell them niggas wait they turn why the fuck they poutin It get cloudy when them niggas trying to bring that clout in Made the song cry, so my neck looking like a fountain It done got lonely and cold when the VO reached the mountain When I get off of my flight, all you niggas been grounded Don't gotta check in with my hittas they leave you pounded Had to make the song cry Had to make the song die Yeah