Cry To You

Section 8, the street cookin' motherfucka
Let's go

Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get you feel like all the problems is over
But that's where it begins
Too many strangers tried to give me doubts and hopes
But they are not my friends
Give me flowers, right now while I'm walkin' this Earth
Forgive me for my sins, yeah
Forgive me my sins

I know I got problems and you got problems too
If you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle too
Fuck on her edges, fuck on a model too
Talk to the Heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the Heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you

You know they listenin', you know they stalkin' you
You know they peepin' when you drop a album too
Brought me some kushy, it float like some autotune
I need the 'Vette, yeah I gotta see mama soon
Fuck on these bitches for extra credit
I done make me some money, I keep a debit
Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' leverage
Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us
I be puttin' my heart on these tracks
I swear all these niggas ain't harder than that
Bank account zero, I started with that
She wanna argue and I arguin' back
I just be needin' my time, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause time don't wait on nobody
Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy
Bro how you feelin'? Let's smoke out the lobby
Lately been feelin' like I'm trapped, like I'm Gotti
Don't want the pussy, I take all the sloppy
Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati
I know I'm next, who the fuck gonna stop me?
I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music, I just wanna quit
But if I could I'd never be shit
Can't work a job but I work a bitch
Livin' my dream, yeah that's what I get

Tell me where it all ends
The bigger you get you feel like all the problems is over
But that's where it begins (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many strangers tried to give me doubts and hopes
But they are not my friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give me flowers, right now while I'm walkin' this Earth
Forgive me for my sins, yeah
Forgive me my sins (yeah)

I know I got problems and you got problems too
If you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you
I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you
Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle too
Fuck on her edges, fuck on a model too
Talk to the Heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
Talk to the Heavens, you know I'ma cry to you
I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you

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