I cry for a moan
I cry for a moan
I cry for a moan
I cry for a moan
I cry for a moan
I cry for a moan
Niggas wanna whip me up
Bitches wanna set me up
Judge wanna give me time, time
Gotta keep my head up, head up
Me against the world like pop, middle finger up
Motherfuck the cops, all gangs
No breaks, thank God for another day
Council took my grandma away
Poppin' pain pills, still feel the pain
In the chain gang, saying go change
Out the chain gang, doing the same thing
Ride through the rain, all white range
All about the money, motherfuck the fame
Police know my real name, call me by my nickname
Hitman, shout, hitman, hitman
I cry
My world full of misery
I cry
I cry
I cry
My world full of misery
I cry
Bullshit I'm dealing with
All my life I've been rapping
Trying to make it bigger, always figured I was supposed to blow
Fifteen years later, got my paperweight
This ain't the way it's supposed to
Girl, my name was finally buzzing, but it wasn't big enough
For me to go and quit my nine to five
So between this job and music, now my lady
Saying that she feel unsatisfied
I'm just that one, I just had to rap to round my finger
Man, it seems I lost the upper hand
Same week my bitch's tape dropped, she admitted that she had been
Seeing another man, so now I gotta bounce
Got her mama's house, I just lost my bitch
I just lost my crib, I've been popping tab
Hoping that the pills will heal the way I feel
But nothing ever did, can't shake the pressure
Guess my man a joke, he's stressing me to work, you need to write some song
Got one of the hottest projects out of the internet
How do I even begin to act like nothing's wrong
My homeboys are shite, they think they might be happy
That I'm down and going through a thing
Hundred dollars to my name, if you look behind these Gucci frames
Man, I'm
I cry
I cry
I cry
My world full of misery
You know nigga been hating on this Slit Boy E &T shit, man
You know nigga been hating on this Slit Boy E &T shit, man
You know nigga been hating on this Slit Boy E &T shit, man
You know nigga been hating on this Slit Boy E &T shit, man
Keep it real, you feel it
My world full of misery
East down to nigga, man, Slit Boy nigga to the delta
Fuck it, yeah
He said so many times
Cried so many years
Been around this bitch back again
m****r f****r wonder how I'm still here
Heart full of misery, ain't no mystery
These niggas ain't shit to me
Mental and physically
Seriously, literally
Plus a nigga got a bitch is me
Now I'm back with a bunch of fools
Gotta be a good one just like me
That's the reason we back Tuesday
I just don't work for a dog
Have my niggas wanna taste some
Nigga pay for work, rack ducks dead
Wonderin' how they gonna make some
Clark got murdered, Clark got murdered
Three different times, all same sucker
Dog called a murder, boy called a triple homicide
Put my boy, I got thirty
Miss Lil' Mama, Rita
Lost my buddy, Fat
Miss my homie, Black
Then I lost my mind
I cry
My world full of misery
I cry
I cry
I cry
