Song Cry

It's Kizmet
Bur Bum
Burecords Bumovment
Y'all gotta fuck with me on this one

I can't see em no coming down my eye
But I try so hard to make the song cry
I keep a strap
Cause in the streets you can die
In my city niggas die by 25
That shit wicked
That shit lame
Damn I really lost my homie
Life bought me all this pain
But I keep going
That boy known to ride beat
Like it's stolen
And I know that I'm the goat
I just gotta own it

Hi my name Kizmet
Talk it I live it
I'm from the Beach
But nigga Gorillas
Rasied round killas and drug dealers
Damn that shit crazy
Look what we turn
Better in life I really yearn
LLC's fuck felonies
Dispensaries fuck pedigree
Smoke ZaZa shit not cheap
I get money and money I got
Out selling shirts when they trap on the block
I know what it's like to be trapping block
Serving dem rocks
Watching cops watching for opps
Gotta stay on 10 cause bro got robbed
I ain't been the same since Bo got popped
Put it on my soul Ima let this shit rideeeee

I can't see em no coming down my eye
But I try so hard to make the song cry
I keep a strap
Cause in the streets you can die
In my city niggas die by 25
That shit wicked
That shit lame
Damn I really lost my homie
Life bought me all this pain
But I keep going
That boy known to ride beat
Like it's stolen
And I know that I'm the goat
I just gotta own it

Know like damn
Gotta walk around wit that stick on you
Cause never know when ya last day gon be
And then Bo like I miss you Nigga damn
I broke down crying yesterday
Cause I looked at you in mirror
And you was on my muaaafuckin chain
And Tu I be thinking bout you too
You feel be bruh I both ya niggas tatted on me
Then my cousin Brandon
It's just like song much shit that get to nigga
I just be wanting to break down and cry
Ya feel me namtalmbout
I'm still just like hustling
Still pushing and going after what I want
And yeah had to make this song cry
It's Kizmet