"Crying To The Room" lyrics
(feat. Lil Yee & Lil Bean)
I'm the star you wish upon, not the ones we sittin on
I'm missin all my niggas gone, but you gon need a different song
Scared of what my nigga on, know he seen the vision wrong
Ain't no way to get along cuz they the ones we gettin on
I would never trust a hoe, might be able to love her tho
I might wanna touch her throat, get it she can touch her toes
Do this for my niggas gone, gotta keep 'em livin on
One of my main niggas say he drillin till he 54
Young nigga worth a quarter cash, they think I'm sellin dope
And I still breeze through my hood, just to give em hope
Woke up in New York on different time, I'm on a different coast
I can't say I'm rich until I bring my niggas wit me tho
I thought I was gone make it on that court but that ain't what she wrote
Ain't no throwback picture when you see me this a different loaf
My niggas tell me I don't post enough, but I don't really boast
Niggas make it seem they really that, but they be really broke
Flooded out the Cuban links
Since I got money I start feelin like they usin me
Wanna go back, I'm reminiscing how it used to be
I love my niggas ain't no question they gone shoot for me
I feel a lack of motivation probably ruined me
Give you my eyes, the bottom line I wanted you to see
Loyalty tied in a knot like a shoestring
I needed push cuz I was sittin on that mood swing
Yeah, crying to the room
We gone paint the room wit this
Tell ya momma google it
You ain't sendin shots, on many blocks I let that Ruger spit
You know I'm true to this
That fully switch they think a Uzi spit
Yeah you got a bag but what you do wit it?
Tryna put my niggas on, they be really trippin tho
Layin up wit different hoes, lookin for some different smoke
Outta state now I ain't doin shit until we get a pole
Used to love designer, crazy certain shit be gettin old
Remember all them days we used to wish for this?
Can't miss wit this, shit if I do I'll probably hit his bitch
This paper different I told baby go and blow me kiss
Won't see me slippin if I fall you bet not make a diss
I need him hit
Flooded out the Cuban links
Since I got money I start feelin like they usin me
Wanna go back, I'm reminiscing how it used to be
I love my niggas ain't no question they gone shoot for me
I feel a lack of motivation probably ruined me
Give you my eyes, the bottom line I wanted you to see
Loyalty tied in a knot like a shoestring
I needed push cuz I was sittin on that mood swing
Yeah, crying to the room
I'm missin all my niggas gone, but you gon need a different song
Scared of what my nigga on, know he seen the vision wrong
Ain't no way to get along cuz they the ones we gettin on
I would never trust a hoe, might be able to love her tho
I might wanna touch her throat, get it she can touch her toes
Do this for my niggas gone, gotta keep 'em livin on
One of my main niggas say he drillin till he 54
Young nigga worth a quarter cash, they think I'm sellin dope
And I still breeze through my hood, just to give em hope
Woke up in New York on different time, I'm on a different coast
I can't say I'm rich until I bring my niggas wit me tho
I thought I was gone make it on that court but that ain't what she wrote
Ain't no throwback picture when you see me this a different loaf
My niggas tell me I don't post enough, but I don't really boast
Niggas make it seem they really that, but they be really broke
Flooded out the Cuban links
Since I got money I start feelin like they usin me
Wanna go back, I'm reminiscing how it used to be
I love my niggas ain't no question they gone shoot for me
I feel a lack of motivation probably ruined me
Give you my eyes, the bottom line I wanted you to see
Loyalty tied in a knot like a shoestring
I needed push cuz I was sittin on that mood swing
Yeah, crying to the room
We gone paint the room wit this
Tell ya momma google it
You ain't sendin shots, on many blocks I let that Ruger spit
You know I'm true to this
That fully switch they think a Uzi spit
Yeah you got a bag but what you do wit it?
Tryna put my niggas on, they be really trippin tho
Layin up wit different hoes, lookin for some different smoke
Outta state now I ain't doin shit until we get a pole
Used to love designer, crazy certain shit be gettin old
Remember all them days we used to wish for this?
Can't miss wit this, shit if I do I'll probably hit his bitch
This paper different I told baby go and blow me kiss
Won't see me slippin if I fall you bet not make a diss
I need him hit
Flooded out the Cuban links
Since I got money I start feelin like they usin me
Wanna go back, I'm reminiscing how it used to be
I love my niggas ain't no question they gone shoot for me
I feel a lack of motivation probably ruined me
Give you my eyes, the bottom line I wanted you to see
Loyalty tied in a knot like a shoestring
I needed push cuz I was sittin on that mood swing
Yeah, crying to the room
