You Cried

[Verse 1]
Showmax get a front seat, hang with the boy
Like it's Wall Street, sheisty work up under draws
Going hard 'cause the environments ain't giving you a choice
Lotta haters wanna see you moist, then it's "Oh my God"
Should tread lightly, got his youngin ready for the job
Growing up a lot of blood my way died up on that cross
That's why it's keep you faith in God, had Wahleed up on the call
Me and Sega punching walls, labeled menace to society
I ain't breaking any laws, got a message, that's just how I know
Music is my call, have a stage and a platform
But they never get involved, getting back doored
Wonder why your body guy was fired, it's what you asked for
Stunting on the roaches when it's fraud, now it's collection on the calls
Was it worth it at a fault? Think it is? My nigga, false
Gotta check in with your dawgs, bunch yes-men, you dead as gone
Dirt up under soil, touching Platinum like it's foil, nigga

[Interlude]
Let's take a ride

[Verse 2]
Entertaining level seats, tell you bout my energy
Started out like ten to three, downtown Blake town
Four-oh on the sound, on the scene, she's a angel
Got a demon waiting at home, should stay faithful
Have a bowl booking out shows, we at the Soul Lounge
Chilling with a local, operation focal (Yeah)
Talking pieces and pieces, on a side note, twins
You know, Keisha and Peaches, oh no
Ain't no talking French kiss on the greetings, ain't no talking
I'm creating the thesis, no emotion 'til the mission completed
Let's talk 'bout how the game been depletin'
Writin' things they never did is misleading, uh
I ain't the one to play now, no, I ain't the same now
Can't hold my hand now, nah, you ain't a hand out
Never can complain now