CRYIN ft. Tillz Lyrics

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