Slick68, Rittz, Hitman Shawty - I Cried lyrics
[Slick68, Rittz, Hitman Shawty - I Cried lyrics]
Niggas wanna wake 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 pac
Middle finger up, mothafuck the cops
All gas, no breaks
Thankin god for another day
Cancer took my grandma away
Poppin pain pills, still feel the pain
In a chain gang, slang gold
Chain, out the chain gang, do the same thang
Ridin through the rain
All white range, all about the money
Mothafuck the fame police know my real name
Call me by my nickname…hitman
I cried I cried my hearts full of misery
I cried I cried I cried
My hearts full of misery i cried I cried
All my life I been rappin tryin make it big
I always figured I was suppose to blow
15 years later got my paper wait this
Ain't the way this suppose to go
My neighbors finally buzzin but it
Wasn’t big enough for
Me to go and quit my 9 to 5
So between this job and music now my
Lady sayin that she feel unsatisfied
I'm just baffled
Just had her wrapped around my finger
Man it seems I lost the upper hand
Same week my mixtape dropped
She admitted that she had
Been seein another man
So now I gotta bounce, outta mommas
House, I just lost my bitch
I just lost my crib
I been poppin tags, hopin the pills
Will heal the way I feel
But nothing ever did
Shit the pressure of my managers
Be stressin me to work
You need to write some songs
Got one of the hottest wives
Decided to end it how do I even begin to
Act like nothings wrong
My homeboys is shiesty
Think they might be happy
That im down and going through a thing
100 dollars to my name
If you look behind these Gucci frames man I’m
I cried I cried my hearts full of misery
I cried I cried I cried
My hearts full of misery i cried I cried
Bitches wanna set me up
Judge wanna give me time (time)
Gotta keep my head up (head up)
Me against the world like pac
Middle finger up, mothafuck the cops
All gas, no breaks
Thankin god for another day
Cancer took my grandma away
Poppin pain pills, still feel the pain
In a chain gang, slang gold
Chain, out the chain gang, do the same thang
Ridin through the rain
All white range, all about the money
Mothafuck the fame police know my real name
Call me by my nickname…hitman
I cried I cried my hearts full of misery
I cried I cried I cried
My hearts full of misery i cried I cried
All my life I been rappin tryin make it big
I always figured I was suppose to blow
15 years later got my paper wait this
Ain't the way this suppose to go
My neighbors finally buzzin but it
Wasn’t big enough for
Me to go and quit my 9 to 5
So between this job and music now my
Lady sayin that she feel unsatisfied
I'm just baffled
Just had her wrapped around my finger
Man it seems I lost the upper hand
Same week my mixtape dropped
She admitted that she had
Been seein another man
So now I gotta bounce, outta mommas
House, I just lost my bitch
I just lost my crib
I been poppin tags, hopin the pills
Will heal the way I feel
But nothing ever did
Shit the pressure of my managers
Be stressin me to work
You need to write some songs
Got one of the hottest wives
Decided to end it how do I even begin to
Act like nothings wrong
My homeboys is shiesty
Think they might be happy
That im down and going through a thing
100 dollars to my name
If you look behind these Gucci frames man I’m
I cried I cried my hearts full of misery
I cried I cried I cried
My hearts full of misery i cried I cried