Kry

Pray for my folks his case is pending yea
We living life like sinners
Came from the bottom that start from beginnings
Washing up in that same place mama do the dishes
Water cut off to thanks the neighbor just for giving
Christmas from the free store ona bus where sitting
I used to cry at night cry at day
Now I just smoke to my pain go away
Stuck ina field like I'm Willie Mays hoping that I leave it some day yaaaayaaaa
Tryna makes money and get a wayyayyy
Sometimes I used to call the audibles making playyaa
The streets got my thirty year cousin rocking greyyaa
The same nigga that can make it tan or greyyaa

Staring at picture of my granny granny looking at mona Lisa
Most beautiful girl ina world baby just with better features
I was just severing a feen baby but he don't like the needles
But he gone break it down into pieces swipe it up like a visa
Wear my heart on my sleeve I don't give a fuck how a nigga feel
Phone steady pinging I remember down bad on a stand still
Dark web shopping tryna get merchandise off a hand hailed
Haters wanna see you throw yo money away but it's better hand hailed
If I ever call you my brother den you my brother
Different daddy different pussy we came out of but I love em
If it's fuck em den fuck em we made vow to each other
And you ain't gotta question my loyalty you know I slide on whoever I hope you feel the Same

I used to cry at night, cry at day
Now I just smoke to my pain go away
Stuck ina field like I'm Willie Mays hoping that I leave it some day yaaaayaaaa
Tryna makes money and get a wayyayyy
Sometimes I used to call the audibles making playyaa
The streets got my thirty year cousin rocking greyyaa
The same nigga that can make it tan or greyyaa

I got green for the street but got them white blanks for the stooooooor
Counting money ona kitchen counter but the drugs is ona flooooooor
Smoking ona za but back ona days selling out the drooooooo
Put any product in my hand nigga sell it looooooow
Living legend I mean it we getting paper subpoenas racking up Serena
Bring my niggas in ain't got time for being greedy
And all my night hustlers we ain't got time for being leeches
Know a nigga bird that tryna some geeses
And know nigga with a pro that tryna hit some pieces
Swag out of this world I promise yal it land on Venus
Add it up with money bitches give you brain turn you into a Genius
Lil brother just flame new port shirt that boy smoke a pack everyday
On top of that collect car from a nigga sleep ona rack everyday
Trap by myself but I know a couple niggas that would trap with a J
Sometimes I ain't used the upfront money they rather used my face

I used to cry at night cry at day
Now I just smoke to my pain go away
Stuck ina field like I'm Willie Mays hoping that I leave it some day yaaaayaaaa
Tryna makes money and get a wayyayyy
Sometimes I used to call the audibles making playyaa
The streets got my thirty year cousin rocking greyyaa
The same nigga that can make it tan or greyyaa