Philthy Rich - Hear My Cry lyrics
rate meYeah man, motherfucker shit is over with
Sem sem the money man, sem sem the money man two on the way
Ya’ll be patient, wait for that shit’s gonna be another motherfucker classic
The best shit, the hotter shit,
You niggas know how the hottest are right?
I ain’t gotta say no name point no elbows
But you niggas know, you niggas know ain’t no bitch is MCA
You niggas just taking selfyies, sexy and sbhit man
You niggas stop taking sexy, selfish on Instagram
Them bitches ain’t feel that shit
You niggas get some money on boxes, motherfucker
This say some motherfucker man form filty
Whatever you want motherfucker calling man
Top of the block, nigga believe that shut out to the hood
Some say that nigga, you know what it is
All my nigga meet from top to the bottom niggas, filty
Nigga sem all the money man
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
Look, so I’m bout to hear a nigga cry
I don’t do it that much because I’m running trap
Fake niggas can’t relate to real nigga life
All my pears from my hood all doing like
Niggas can’t walking damn my size of lance
I’mma keep it one hundred til I meet the ravel
Sem city money man I cross my tunes
Cut the fake nigga off so put my team on
I had to worry about me and worry about you
Cuz behind young filthy nigga gonna shut
A real wrapped about them other niggas have to go
Lose background, checking how you do your telescope
Thinking ‘bout F nigga I’m from a wider stack
Get it rush from the record young get at attack
no drive bunz hanging out the roof
I’mma walk upon and leave thirty in it
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
Look and I am real to do this elbow
Double eye, real shit it ain’t nothing nice
So I ball a block with this bitch so what to do
Anything shacking around me bitch, I know is you
And I probably leave the …not sure what to do
And I raise don’t spoke, all flame nigga keep it true
So I bounce out with the tailors
Yeah nigga got the shit
And this seems like respect and let that cally spin
Yeah I done it all smell it all , thinking on my real ones
Running dead and gone, boy it’s killing me
So I stay tune, to the real shit
As I can dope, pairs on my mind nigga is all I know
And with cruel nigga with that ass boy as I can say
I’ll be the first how blaze boy, what’s up granny
It will clear it out, snap for all what they talk about
They ain’t start it now, let them beat the trap
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
Was nineteen, I was send to a donna piece
Straight to prison cuz I listen to these lines streets
My only vision was to get it how I live
You know things, all about my kids
My older boy was the joy of my lost life
Use to keep it with me til the day he lost life
Never though I’ll be the one how berry mine
I’ll give it all to have it back every day
I meat to share the same house
A lil greamy nigga never kept all my clothes
Each and one will be like popsters
So I’mma still drop as loud that’s what got you
My lil nigga stay staley
His favor rapper wasn’t me, was Jaze Dalley
He still a story in my eyes
Damn you should see how hard I cry
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
It’s someone round to hear my cry?
