Song Cry E

Slayy Products. Good dude, you know I love you like cooked Food. Through the ups and downs and all the Jug moves. Things in the same bags that we Took to school. Thought we was low but everybody In the hood knew. Yeah, our niggas on the same shit. Flipped two Z's and then we went and bought The same kicks. And every summer had the same Bikes. I know it's a jungle but we stayed Tight. Brickie road on some bullshit. Now we ain't cool with the niggas we was Cool with. State of the streets is appalling 'cause niggas Swear they loyal, I don't know what to call Fuck changes, and love changes, And best friends become strangers. And MAC-10s become aimless. It's not where you from, it's what you came With. Can't see 'em coming down your eyes, so I Had to make the song cry. You can't see 'em coming down my eyes, so I had to make the song cry. I can't see 'em coming down your eyes, So I had to make the song cry. Now, you can't see 'em coming down my eyes, So I had to make the song cry. Ex tings, you know I miss you like Fresh Prince. Ride through my city behind fresh tints. See, I'm a special type, I can't stress things. I just put my energy in next things. Man gyin' while I'm tryna write a hook though. I'm just thinking 'bout the trips that we took Though. I keep my spirit up, I can't look Low. And I got some options, but I ain't On the look though. Too many things I gotta Do, I ain't done yet. Before I ride off into the sunset. Ops on my line, they just wanna blow my Trumpet. Yahts in my DM, they just wanna munch It. But like it or lump it, or love Me or leave me. Niggas wanna be me, still Wonder like Stevie. I cruise like I'm Tom, got the keys like I'm Beanie. Flow like I'm Jay and I trap Like I'm Jeezy. Can't see 'em coming down your Eyes, so I had to make the song cry. You can't see 'em coming down my eyes, So I had to make the song cry. I can't see 'em coming down your eyes, so I had to make the song cry. Now, you can't see 'em coming down my eyes, So I had to make the song cry. Niggas switch sides on me, why they do me Like that? Had a little rocket, but I weren't A shooter like that. Rainy days on the ends When I was moving my pack. Had to leave the studio, but I'll be moving Right back. Dumb bitch couldn't keep me, told her Do her thing. Then she screwed my friends, You don't do them tings. Half these girls, they Just demons, never knew them things. Gotta get it how you live, we all do Them sins. Lifestyles of the rich or the famous. Some die with a name, some die nameless. And men up on the die shameless. I just hope when it's my time that it's Painless. Can't see 'em coming down your eyes, So I had to make the song cry. You can't see 'em coming down my eyes, so I had to make the song cry. I can't see 'em coming down your eyes, so I had to make the song cry. Now, you can't see 'em coming down my eyes, So I had to make the song cry. Slayy Products.