Song Cry Lyrics

VO dude

Good kid turned to the goon

Good kid mad city where it's full of doom

Thinking of a way to make 6K by noon

Then do it again, they know I'm staying high till I land

You gon to see who really with you when that shit hit the fan

Go from boy to the man, got the platform and the plan

They sitting on they ass, somebody had to make a stand

Got the world in my palm, now they get out of hand

Clash of the clans, where they send the losers up to Shands

Can't understand, why the hate in the air

Make the song cry, leave the beat with a tear

Don't nobody tell the truth, so I'm living my dares

Bleu cheese, bitch please, we can take it there

Tall trees, big leagues, who going to make it there

Made the rules to the game but I ain't make it fair

Copy the blueprint is you stupid, boy I need my shares

If she say she belong to Ceej it's some cake back there

Bad bitch looking like Caresha Nia Long

I love her cause she know how to make her money long

These hoes be weak, cheap and leach then try to do you wrong

Sit back in my kicks and make hits like I'm Barry Bonds

I need 6 rings for my team, no bronze

Might take the throne in my city, I'm the VO Bron

Nah I ain't fond of how these niggas been acting

Test me, math section gon be full of subtraction

Ima keep making these songs so everybody got captions

Drifting in the rain, looking like I turnt off the traction

Niggas trying to copy style, going broke on that fashion

You know you real when you still bag a bitch in that Pacsun

She getting waxes, cause she know I make ha soul cry

Sound like a love song, I never made her soul dry

V stand for Versatile, I know they hate it when I try

These niggas taking Ls, swear I hate it when they lie

Ain't tryna make it by

I'm tryna touch the sky

Youngest winning in this shit so they ask me why

Did I drop another hit, like I'm J-A-Y

And Z love me, behind that pretty face they know Ceej gon get ugly

Trying to stack these G's, cause I know that money love me

Always rep the V, yeah I know the VO love me

And, Oh it's great to be Mr. GVO dummy

And I can't wait to see how to we turn to young money

Get dumb money, while sipping bubbly

Then they gonna say that I started acting funny

On my headstone I hope it say, the best that's done it

My dawg 15 so I gotta go number one it

I'm Harvin back deep so you better not punt it

I say let's run it, ion wanna hear the song cry

I'll put my pain up on the track and let the song die

Don't try to stab me in the back, I'm the wrong guy

No body bag, this filled with cash, all my friends died

Bad bitches in my DM waiting for reply

While me and mine in the Hilton, like I'm T.Y

Was taught to do it right the first time, now I see why

The second is the worst time, ain't no retry

Drinking champagne on birthdays, like B.I

Gs sitting on the counter

Lame niggas hang together, I ain't never fuck with downers

Only really niggas it ain't never been no different

Put my bitch in Dior cause she love to call me Christian

Or should I get that Louboutin

Put some water round her neck thats my fish out the pond

I'm a Don, don't got no daughter but she call me daddy

If she do a nigga right we can share the addy

It turned into a love song, baddie with a fatty

It ain't bout bread, then it's dead

Don't chat about no patty

Ima be XXL, when my brudda win the Natty

And Ima be daddy, same day I know I got rich

That's gon be the same day I stop saying bitch

Been setting trends so long, these niggas really my jhitts

They know I love that cheese so much, I put it in my grits

Feel like I'm Mike Jack, told them boys that this is it

This the one, they gon bang my shit

Ain't get no banner, where my plaque, trying to hang my shit

I only snap up on the track so they can't change my shit

Young nigga from the city throwing out the first pitch

And get you hit, get the gist, bet not make my list

Cause I wish, somebody out there hoping I miss

Come up out the city and get rich without writing a diss

Know I'm the shit, leave em pissed and my ass to kiss

Sickest Nike nigga, so I wear a mask with this

I know asked for this, so I ain't passing it

They can't grab it from me, cause I ain't no average dummy

Sending out them mummies, perkys in they tummies

While me in bae thinking bout booking flights to London

So I call her Tipton, need a grade A bitch to stop me from pimpin

Cause ain't no love out here for a nigga and everybody know that

Get my waves back, don't wave back, if you changed sides

I keep a Bonnie, in my circle gotta keep Clyde

Gotta have niggas round you, that's like you

Put yo trust into some niggas you know they gon slide

Niggas switch on you for niggas they know ain't gon ride

But that ain't my problem, I know how to solve em, don't need no revolver

I was born to be a baller

I'll Rockafella if a nigga playing w my dollar

Don't got no collar, always with my dawgs, I call em shottas

And don't say nada

Gotta stand my ground

Done snapped for five minutes straight, pick yo favorite noun

Fuck them critics, Ima just make my own crown

Leave em astounded

Be having and they ain't know cause ian have em round me

Tell them boys quit doubtin

And tell them niggas wait they turn why the fuck they poutin

It get cloudy when them niggas trying to bring that clout in

Made the song cry, so my neck looking like a fountain

It done got lonely and cold when the VO reached the mountain

When I get off of my flight, all you niggas been grounded

Don't gotta check in with my hittas they leave you pounded

Had to make the song cry

Had to make the song die

Yeah