Cryin

What's good?
Let that breath
The homie played this, and I was like "I got- I gotta have this"
Sent it to me, here we are
Let's get to it

Look
I need a funk flex segment
To put these bars on display
They love you, then turn around and hate you
All in a day
And that feeling like something similar to falling from grace
No risk, no reward while you callin' it safe
I had my mind right
Couldn't stay stagnant I had to shake shit
X-men, blade on hand, some even shapeshift
Niggas can't rap for nothing but always wanna rate shit
Cheesetown or Peakecity I'm where the greats is

I made it out the grimiest
Far snakes is concerned, dealt with the slimiest
Wish you well then celebrate your death over a Heineken
If I fail, Imma try again
Ask myself often, why fools fall in love; Frankie Lymon shit
I slept in the lion's den
I seen life turn real G's into crying men
This is fresh out the frying pan
Been watching things fall apart
Still serve you these bars as a la carte
Life done hardened my heart where do I start

Scream checkmate before you make a move
My dreams vivid, trying to get it and not make the news
These streets wicked, rather risk it, I just take my tool
Realized I'm droppin' gems so you take these jewels
Could hear grandmama saying "Avery Terrell"
I'm conducting this money train and they want a nigga derailed
Power of the dollar, our soul is not up for sale
Nourishment for ya soul my speech could water ya well
Could never mention my name in the same sentence as fell off
My feet planted firmly I play my post, this ain't Kellogg's
Focused on residuals, family gotta be well off
Avoid the gossip cause dudes pillow talking like this a tell-all



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Writer(s): Chase Lyons
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