Cry to You

Section 8 just straight cooked the **** up

Let's go

Tell me where it all ends

The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems, deserve 'em

But that's where it begins (Yeah)

Too many strangers try to give me daps and hugs

But they are not my friends

Gimme my flowers, right now, while I'm walkin' this Earth

And forgive me for my sins (Yeah)

Forgive me my sins (Go)

I know I got problems and you got some problems, too

And 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

**** on an actress and **** 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 (Let's go)

You know they listenin', you know they stalkin' you

You know they peepin' when you drop a album, too

Roll me some kushy and flow like some Auto-Tune

I need to vent, yeah, I gotta see mama soon

**** on these **** for extra credit

I done make me some money, I keep a debit

Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' lettuce

Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us

I be puttin' my heart on these tracks

I swear all these **** ain't harder than that

Bank account zero, I started with that

She wanna argue, not 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 (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Lately, been feelin' like I'm trapped like I'm Gotti

Don't want the ****, I take all the sloppy

Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati

I know I'm next, who the **** gonna stop me?

I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music, I just wanna quit

But if I quit, I'd never be ****

Can't work a job, but I work a **** (Yeah)

Livin' my dream, yeah, that's what I get (Yeah)

Tell me where it all ends

The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems, deserve 'em

But that's where it begins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Too many strangers try to give me daps and hugs

But they are not my friends (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gimme my flowers, right now, while I'm walkin' this Earth

And forgive me for my sins (Yeah)

Forgive me my sins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)

I know I got problems and you got some problems, too

And 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

**** on an actress and **** 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

RARE (RARE) Sound (Sound)