Cry to You

Section 8, the street cookin' motherfucker Let's go Tell me where it all ends The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems just over But that's where it begins Too many strangers tried to give me doubts and hopes But they are not my friends Give me my flowers, right now while I'm walkin' this Earth Forgive me for my sins, yeah Forgive me for my sins I know I got problems and you got some problems too And if you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle too Fuck on her edges and fuck on a model too Talk to the average, you know I'ma cry to you Talk to the average, you know I'ma cry to you I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you (let's go) You know they listenin', you know they stalkin' you You know they peepin' when you drop a album too Brought me some coochie, it float like some autotune I need the 'Vette, yeah, I gotta see mama soon Fuck on these bitches for extra credit I done make me some money, I keep a debit Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' leverage Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us I be puttin' my heart on these tracks I swear, all these niggas ain't harder than that Bank account zero, I started with that She wanna argue, not arguin' back I just be needin' my time, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause time don't wait on nobody Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy Bro, how you feelin', let's smoke out the lobby Lately been feelin' like I'm trapped, like I'm Gotti Don't want the pussy, I take all the sloppy Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati I know I'm next, who the fuck gonna stop me? I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music, I just wanna quit But if I could, I'd never be shit Can't work a job, but I work a bitch Livin' my dream, yeah that's what I get Tell me where it all ends The bigger you get you feel like all the problems just over But that's where it begins (yeah, yeah, yeah) Too many strangers tried to give me doubts and hopes But they are not my friends (yeah, yeah, yeah) Give me my flowers, right now while I'm walkin' this Earth Forgive me for my sins, yeah Forgive me for my sins I know I got problems and you got some problems too And if you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle too Fuck on her edges and fuck on a model too Talk to the average, you know I'ma cry to you Talk to the average, you know I'ma cry to you I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you