CROCODILE TEARZ

Big money in the building Cooped up, I'm just tryna make a million Outcomes, I ain't tried to solve a problem This time, I'm accountable for actions No more crocodile tears in this bitch I'ma be a young king and get certified rich I only quit addictions, I ain't calling it quits All the times I'd kill for, to me it's more than foreign whips I can't let my spirit break over that You can break my heart but what's new with that? Laughing in my face, bitch I'm used to that Playing with your feelings 'cause I'm good with that I'm a ghost, I only follow where the cold wind blows I'm real, I got layers to my soul, I unfold Spreading sorrows in this paper, and I roll it just to smoke Hours late at night, I remember when we spoke, yeah Table stacked with perrico, but you blow, yeah Overdosing, got you in a choke hold, yeah Choking, make me grab you by the fucking throat, yeah Wasn't made to pleasure you, but you know, yeah But you ain't got me asking where the hoes at These drinks ain't because you make me so sad I'm thirsty, but I know attention don't last Desperate, but you laugh even when I don't land Big money in the building Cooped up, I'm just tryna make a million Outcomes, I ain't tried to solve a problem This time, I'm accountable for actions No more crocodile tears in this bitch I'ma be a young king and get certified rich I only quit addictions, I ain't calling it quits All the times I'd kill for, to me it's more than foreign whips All the times I spent not knowing shit of my worth Chasing all these bitches who had dragged me through dirt Following all the pussy that had left me deserted Shooting shots in the dark, I was so young and reckless Distracted by the fact that I ain't never had real romance I never trusted no one, I was insecure, I was mad I was the face that bitches gave definitions for fact I'm a man of many talents, watch me move with these hands Abracadabra, I want heads on a silver platter I want them to know the bastard who took it all with no effort I could do better but fuck it, wait for time to go by like feathers Green Day don't wanna see me till the end of September Hall of fame, Jay-Z, Rockafella That's the goal, I play the game, we get numbers I play rough like a dirty mothafucka Tough skin and I ain't had no mother