Song Cry

Family of Kingz in this man, we goin' hard
This is see it comin' down my eyes, so I gotta make the song cry (Cry)
Can't believe it comin' down my eyes, so I gotta make the song cry (Song cry)
Comin down my eyes, so I gotta make the song cry (Cry)

This is real life, that'll make you wanna cry (Yeah)
This the type of life, that'll make you wanna ride (Uh-huh)
Man my youngin' on a mission and he thinkin' he gone die (I gotchu lil bro)
When he call me give 'em knowledge
When he call me bout his problems
Woohdie he be whilin' out
So I brought the cannon out
I'm Nick with the drum, iont play about my son
Gotta watch my back door cause niggas kept it open lately
Shit is crazy now I'm gettin' money bitches want my baby
In my prime like I'm Deion
Bright like I'm neon
Iont do no talkin' catch a nigga like a rebound
Take over
I got my hood like the young Hova
Take over
I got my hood like the young Hova (The Rock)
Gotta make this song cry, gotta make my momma proud (Yeah)
Everyday they come around but niggas they don't hold me down (They don't)
Feelin' like a boss, when we pop out I got pay the tab (I got to)
Feelin' like a boss, when we pop out I got pay the tab

I can't let my momma down
So I keep a hunnid rounds
If you comin' close, best believe my youngin' blow you down
I can't let my momma down
So I keep a hunnid rounds
If you comin' close, best believe my youngin' blow you down
Down
My youngin' he gone blow you down
And I gotta keep a hunnid round
And I gotta make my momma proud (Momma proud)
And my youngin' he gone blow you down (Blow you down)

The song don't cry, so for now it gotta bleed
Niggas gone switchin' teams
Won't win chips no Andy Reed
Had to get it any means, know that very well
All this shit come wit' life, I will never tell
And my bitch, look like she somethin' out a fairytale
Curves looking write you think she written in cursive
Ridin' out deep with niggas that really earth shit
Deep up in the water you know that shit can get murky
If I play the scene uhh, just know it's bout a bag yup
I grew up to niggas countin' money they was baggin' up
Know you got a expiration date, we can add it up
Movin' too quick you fucked up now you actin' up
Shit was lookin' good but you thought it wasn't fat enough
That's a light piece when your pockets full that shit ain't nothin' (Easy)

I can't let my momma down
So I keep a hunnid rounds
If you comin' close, best believe my youngin' blow you down
I can't let my momma down
So I keep a hunnid rounds
If you comin' close, best believe my youngin' blow you down
Down
My youngin' he gone blow you down
And I gotta keep a hunnid round
And I gotta make my momma proud
And my youngin' he gone blow you down



Credits
Writer(s): Jacquan Taylor-merchant
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