CRYINGBOYTEARS

My stomach's sick with entitlement
I'm no more than a product of environment
I sip something sweet then roll behind my eyelids
It's not my fault I'm a little prone to violence

I been had money, been had cars
Been had women who would give it all for my heart
It's still not enough, still getting tough
Still run your mouth, better know that Ima shut it up

Just know I'm never crying boy tears
Know that I'm a voice here
And everybody listen to me
I got myself inside a choice here
Do I just rejoice here?
Or do I push for something more free?

I'm a big boy, big belly, I can stomach that
Skip around you like a running back
I'm fed up no time for another rat
Cut your neck, load the dice for another bet

And I don't care just what you wonder
Take one step, I'll put you under
No lie (everybody sidesteps)
No lie (everybody sidesteps)