Nothing To Cry About lyrics

[Intro]
(Iceberg want a bag, b*tch)
I don't know her
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I f*ck 'round and cut everybody off for some new bands
Take this worldwide, think that's my new plan
Big drip, rockin' VLONE, but I don't do friends
You know I ain't have no hurt in my heart, but I let you in
I've been tryna focus on gettin' it, can't let sh*t get to me
I'ma move away if you ain't matchin' my energy
If I pull up with the gang, a hunnid legs like a centipede (Yeah)
b*tch, we fifty deep, I'ma save that for all my enemies
And this sh*t nothin' new, 'fore Corona we had our mask up
This sh*t nothin' new, police always been tryna flag us
Nobody protectin' the trenches so we got MAC's tuck

[Chorus]
Pedal to the medal, bro, let's turn up
We can't let these n*ggas pass us
They call, I decline, I'm in my bag to get my bag up
I've been doin' me, but my b*tch think I'm doin' bad stuff
Money bigger, I been movin' forward, I can't back up
Drums inside the show, I know I'm safe so I'ma rock it out
n*gga try to flex up in my face, might take his pockets out
If I catch a case, I'm goin' straight to trial, no, I ain't coppin' out
Used to pay to pop behind the walls, thank God we poppin' now
I done been through hell and back, I'm numb, it's nothin' to cry about
[Verse 2]
I need ten for a walkthrough
You ain't used to f*ck with me, don't greet me when I walk through
Losses put me in a hole, but they made me a boss too
Money on my mind, every move I make a boss move
Said I was with you, I guess times changed
You was playin' mind games
You switched in a minute, got a new one in that time frame
You rode for a minute, was there somethin' wrong with my lane?
Ever since the closest did me wrong, ain't want nobody else around me
Hottest comin' up, your main b*tch love me when she found me
Money on my mind and I ain't talkin' 'bout no bounty
One c*cked in the head, the way I move around the county

[Chorus]
Pedal to the medal, bro, let's turn up
We can't let these n*ggas pass us
They call, I decline, I'm in my bag to get my bag up
I've been doin' me, but my b*tch think I'm doin' bad stuff
Money bigger, I been movin' forward, I can't back up
Drums inside the show, I know I'm safe so I'ma rock it out
n*gga try to flex up in my face, might take his pockets out
If I catch a case, I'm goin' straight to trial, no, I ain't coppin' out
Used to pay to pop behind the walls, thank God we poppin' now
I done been through hell and back, I'm numb, it's nothin' to cry about