Cry by EJ3000 Lyrics
You getting high
Wathcin' the children die
The clown kill me
305 Park, where the best be
Look in my eye
We hold him hostage no wheelchairs baby
While the beers are for the name
Suckers think we're using their name, to gain fame
In a hooded monk robe stands a genius with the gift
You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift
Fool get a clue it's a new game
Take my shit to Tito, just to get a facelift
Bad days at work give you an attitude and you erupt
Lance Rivera - shanked up, Rawkus Records - bankrupt
When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies
This right here go out to all the ladies
So heads up, you might get cut when we erupt
I feel like jumpin' out the window, I'm itchin' like scabies
Second thoughts of last one, these stress my nights
The views of the party taken to new heights
My dogs is all I got to trust
I burn rappers till they turn to dust
A bitch that's 'bout ridin', and goin' on flights
My brain is bout to bust
Gettin more money so the price don't matter
Come creep with a player later
You always actin' fake
Better off if bad laws break
Haters can't stand the next man doing better
Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake
I'm living hard, ain't nobody giving me no handouts
Should I stay? After planning my escape routes
See through stab wounds, a barbeque at dad's tomb
?D-techs? still be checkin on my resume'
Broosed necks jolly to the fights and shoot outs
Satisfy with the fly display, this may dismay
Stay off these bloody streets
That kept me stalking these beats
My man Big's got two in his head
Y'all might as well be dead
Haters even in the streets
Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head
I'm still the livest you seen in your fucking life
Bound to this physical vessel until I reach the afterlife
I end quotes like double apostrophes, put commas in comas
I can't be worried 'bout, all the fellas, little sad commas
Get your things right, maybe one day you'll be rich wife
I found a dead body down in the Bahamas
Tanktops? Mental men; train stops? Adrenaline
The good men and women took their medicine
I'm the champion, my man slaps me ten
I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4
Everyday but for some reason they don't listen
Do we have to start all over again?
To save this heart of mine yeah
Their so shitty and dumpy they don't even care
But ain't gon' kill shit and ain't gon' let shit die
But when you poor cents is hard to come by
Got too many clothes when children run bare
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry
Wathcin' the children die
The clown kill me
305 Park, where the best be
Look in my eye
We hold him hostage no wheelchairs baby
While the beers are for the name
Suckers think we're using their name, to gain fame
In a hooded monk robe stands a genius with the gift
You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift
Fool get a clue it's a new game
Take my shit to Tito, just to get a facelift
Bad days at work give you an attitude and you erupt
Lance Rivera - shanked up, Rawkus Records - bankrupt
When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies
This right here go out to all the ladies
So heads up, you might get cut when we erupt
I feel like jumpin' out the window, I'm itchin' like scabies
Second thoughts of last one, these stress my nights
The views of the party taken to new heights
My dogs is all I got to trust
I burn rappers till they turn to dust
A bitch that's 'bout ridin', and goin' on flights
My brain is bout to bust
Gettin more money so the price don't matter
Come creep with a player later
You always actin' fake
Better off if bad laws break
Haters can't stand the next man doing better
Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake
I'm living hard, ain't nobody giving me no handouts
Should I stay? After planning my escape routes
See through stab wounds, a barbeque at dad's tomb
?D-techs? still be checkin on my resume'
Broosed necks jolly to the fights and shoot outs
Satisfy with the fly display, this may dismay
Stay off these bloody streets
That kept me stalking these beats
My man Big's got two in his head
Y'all might as well be dead
Haters even in the streets
Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head
I'm still the livest you seen in your fucking life
Bound to this physical vessel until I reach the afterlife
I end quotes like double apostrophes, put commas in comas
I can't be worried 'bout, all the fellas, little sad commas
Get your things right, maybe one day you'll be rich wife
I found a dead body down in the Bahamas
Tanktops? Mental men; train stops? Adrenaline
The good men and women took their medicine
I'm the champion, my man slaps me ten
I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4
Everyday but for some reason they don't listen
Do we have to start all over again?
To save this heart of mine yeah
Their so shitty and dumpy they don't even care
But ain't gon' kill shit and ain't gon' let shit die
But when you poor cents is hard to come by
Got too many clothes when children run bare
If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry