Song Cry lyrics

How you failing?
sh*t ain't even hard
Ski mask for the squad
Skii'd up for the job
Tryna get like Steve Jobs
Boy said "Daddy you be working"
Got like 3 jobs
Said I'm gone get it, buss it down with y'all
Still got family sitting behind the bars
Bandanna wrapped round the rods
I jumped in this shìt prepares to take a loss
That's how you know I'm the boss
I jumped in this sh*t prepared for taking off
Slowed down when I got to Mars
I was high in my space ship
I'm seeing stars
My sh*t easily endorsed
Watch how easily get crossed
Watch how easily he lost
Ain't bought no Gallery Jeans
Them 501's boy
n*gga better bring they own chop stick
n*gga I do sh*t just cus I can
Out the love
Out the kindness of my heart b*tch
Ungrateful, you gone start sh*t
Now n*ggas hate on me I got rich
Can't tell me what to do, on di*k
Life all full of choices
I can choose to go get money
I choose to ignore the streets
I choose to ignore the beef
And I choose to walk with my heat
Decisions we should make
Promises that we should keep
Now this sh*t start looking bleak
Money change the way they speak
Money make em change
Acting like they everything I need
Shoulda stayed the same
I'm the same young n*gga from the streets
Still ain't bought my chain
Got it, but can't go broke on no piece
He just spent a 20 on his sh*t
My sh*t was 93
That's why he got it quick
Most these n*ggas broke for real
Them diamonds ain't even real
They shining just a lil
Only person round when I got my deal
It was just me, Kaleel
A couple hoes that I had kept with me just cus I'm real
Knew n*ggas wasn't sposed to be here
I let em stay for real
Did that just cus I'm real
Know too much blood done spilled
And when sh*t get Dun like Deal
I be telling lil bro like chill
That sh*t ain't really beef for real
n*ggas just feeling ill
n*ggas just feel entitled
Heart filled up with envy
Spark sh*t up get near me
Acting like they out to get me
I dun took seven shots, two less than 50
Making sure I blow my glizzy
I just been playing defense really since I moved out the city (yeaa)
Ion see how these n*ggas can fix they face
To talk against me
Really the realest n*gga you know
And you know that, you get me
b*tch come running in on sweetest day like
What she get me
How you n*ggas is still mad?
How you n*ggas still upset?
Bothered that I'm doing well
Yeen got sh*t to do with that
Four years ain't picked up no scale
And ion plan on going back
Put CEO in front of Trayle
Changed my life right after that
n*gga upset ain change his life?
What type of b*tch ass sh*t is that
I dun trapped out my Diors
My music inside all the stores
n*ggas tryna act like we bros
Act like we was fighting wars
My opps been dead damn near a dime
You tryna mix me in with yours
I can't see my lil boy crying
f*ck you think I do this for?