Song Cry
I was only 19 when I noticed that it was a pipe dream
Ideally I would want to be a businessman
Hoping maybe one day I be running
My own business man
Then the world be fucking with your mind
Ike you can't do this man
Daddy always said that I was strong
And I'm gon be the man
But you know it's hard to cope with life
Cause I don't see the man
How a nigga posed to heal the wounds without his vitamins
Cause niggas saw him standing in the cold
And they ain't let him in
I been writing all these fucking drafts
To send my letter in
But niggas think that shit be a show
Like fucking letterman
I don't care what niggas say
I don't care what bitches do
Bitches knew
That I was half way sinking in my swimming pool
My living room be full of niggas I don't even listen to
Just because a nigga smiling
Doesn't mean I'm feeling good
Like what the fuck am I supposed to do
Just say I'm uncomfortable
Around these niggas that be fake
Never give but always take
That ain't love, know it's hate
Niggas think I can't relate to what they feeling on they face
Nah nigga I just need some space
Just because I close my eyes
Doesn't mean I ain't awake
I must state, half these niggas here
Don't even know they selves
They be acting like a movie they don't even show they selves
The person that they need to be
Not the one they want to be
If I said I'm feeling down that's because I wanna be
Poetry, is a way for me to channel my emotions
Haters steady multiplying while I pick my friends in quotients
Pills and potions keep me going, paid the debts that I been owing
All these feelings i ain't showing
The hatred just keeps on growing
I'm sick of the world and everything between
I never used to smoke but now I'm sipping nicotine
And the vapour in between my teeth, my tongue and the j
Is the only thing assuring me that it'll be okay
Dry your eyes and let it out
That's what my mama would say
I wish my mama would say
How much she proud of me
But since I messed up my degree she always doubting me
But I know my own potential
I know that I'm a winner, got Godwins in my credentials
I believe in life we have a purpose
Nothing ever happens accidentally
Even things we do on accident I know it's meant to be
Thought about it all and it's been fucking with me mentally
Miss my homie Sam, save a seat in heaven next to me
I'm as good as dead, when nobody wanna check on me
To see if I'm good, but if they really needed something
Then I know that they would
I don't think that they could, ever see me as who I am
A desperate money hungry nigga gotta tell em who I am
I don't wanna see my dad and mom cry
They don't wanna see their baby boy cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
I don't wanna see my sis and bros cry
They don't wanna see their baby bro cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
I seen my brother get cold as he was getting old
And as a kid he never did what he was getting told
That nigga barely 18 and he was getting bold
He gave my dad the cold shoulder
And that was a limit I never thought that he'll go over
He always high as fuck
I'm tryna see my brother sober
You be acting mad different it be hard to even know ya
It be hard to even show ya things to better you
But when I try to talk you, you think I get at you
I don't give a fuck about opinions on you
Cause you gon always be family
I'm speaking as a friend and brother, hope you understand me
But listen, you're only human
So we gon fuck up in life
But when you back in the same spot
Make sure you handle it right
Make sure you seating upright
And if you ever need some help you call my phone at night
And I could give you advice
So listen
I don't wanna see my dad and mom cry
They don't wanna see their baby boy cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
I don't wanna see my sis and bros cry
They don't wanna see their baby bro cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
Ideally I would want to be a businessman
Hoping maybe one day I be running
My own business man
Then the world be fucking with your mind
Ike you can't do this man
Daddy always said that I was strong
And I'm gon be the man
But you know it's hard to cope with life
Cause I don't see the man
How a nigga posed to heal the wounds without his vitamins
Cause niggas saw him standing in the cold
And they ain't let him in
I been writing all these fucking drafts
To send my letter in
But niggas think that shit be a show
Like fucking letterman
I don't care what niggas say
I don't care what bitches do
Bitches knew
That I was half way sinking in my swimming pool
My living room be full of niggas I don't even listen to
Just because a nigga smiling
Doesn't mean I'm feeling good
Like what the fuck am I supposed to do
Just say I'm uncomfortable
Around these niggas that be fake
Never give but always take
That ain't love, know it's hate
Niggas think I can't relate to what they feeling on they face
Nah nigga I just need some space
Just because I close my eyes
Doesn't mean I ain't awake
I must state, half these niggas here
Don't even know they selves
They be acting like a movie they don't even show they selves
The person that they need to be
Not the one they want to be
If I said I'm feeling down that's because I wanna be
Poetry, is a way for me to channel my emotions
Haters steady multiplying while I pick my friends in quotients
Pills and potions keep me going, paid the debts that I been owing
All these feelings i ain't showing
The hatred just keeps on growing
I'm sick of the world and everything between
I never used to smoke but now I'm sipping nicotine
And the vapour in between my teeth, my tongue and the j
Is the only thing assuring me that it'll be okay
Dry your eyes and let it out
That's what my mama would say
I wish my mama would say
How much she proud of me
But since I messed up my degree she always doubting me
But I know my own potential
I know that I'm a winner, got Godwins in my credentials
I believe in life we have a purpose
Nothing ever happens accidentally
Even things we do on accident I know it's meant to be
Thought about it all and it's been fucking with me mentally
Miss my homie Sam, save a seat in heaven next to me
I'm as good as dead, when nobody wanna check on me
To see if I'm good, but if they really needed something
Then I know that they would
I don't think that they could, ever see me as who I am
A desperate money hungry nigga gotta tell em who I am
I don't wanna see my dad and mom cry
They don't wanna see their baby boy cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
I don't wanna see my sis and bros cry
They don't wanna see their baby bro cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
I seen my brother get cold as he was getting old
And as a kid he never did what he was getting told
That nigga barely 18 and he was getting bold
He gave my dad the cold shoulder
And that was a limit I never thought that he'll go over
He always high as fuck
I'm tryna see my brother sober
You be acting mad different it be hard to even know ya
It be hard to even show ya things to better you
But when I try to talk you, you think I get at you
I don't give a fuck about opinions on you
Cause you gon always be family
I'm speaking as a friend and brother, hope you understand me
But listen, you're only human
So we gon fuck up in life
But when you back in the same spot
Make sure you handle it right
Make sure you seating upright
And if you ever need some help you call my phone at night
And I could give you advice
So listen
I don't wanna see my dad and mom cry
They don't wanna see their baby boy cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
I don't wanna see my sis and bros cry
They don't wanna see their baby bro cry
I don't wanna let em see a thug cry
And so I spit it on this beat I made the song cry
Credits
Writer(s): Gucci Shhmoney Pucci
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