Letra de God is Crying - KATO2X

Mmm, mmm, know what I'm sayin', nigga?

We did it again, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

These niggas ain't livin' like us

We got bonds on lawyers and shit, nigga

And, know what I'm sayin', still come out like I'm loyal

You know what I'm sayin, like I'm big, nigga

Know I'm big G.O.A.T. on my side, nigga (Let's go)

Uh, let's go

Yeah, niggas that knew better still X-ed me out (X me out)

Mini mansion, nigga, I call this bitch my baby house

Thought I went fed when I got caught with all them damn straps (All them guns, nigga)

Had money for the bond and state still wouldn't even let me out (Ayy, wouldn't even let me out)

This shit be hurt, you really livin' what you rappin' 'bout (You really thuggin')

Can't have no weapon on me, shit, I'm probably packin' out (I got that ratchet on me)

Your killer turned to pussy, nigga, what you actin' out? (What you actin' out?)

Can't speak up on that murder, got that on my jacket now (These niggas trippin')

Them folks was knowin' I was right, still tryna do me wrong (Tryna do me wrong)

I know I ain't the only person gettin' tired of stayin' strong (Boy, I'm stayin' strong)

I tell 'em on the phone, "Don't tell me what fuck niggas on" (I don't wanna hear this shit)

They left me on my own, I was like it, "Fuck it, we grown" (Ayy, we grown)

Uh, choppers scream like cheerleaders, so bring your own (I tell them, "Bring your own")

Uh, I set traps on niggas, bitch, I'm Kevin, Home Alone (Home Alone)

My nigga died, I make a promise to get his killer gone (I'll get his killer gone)

I hope that's how they feelin', that they nigga killed a home

Uh, I don't answer the phone, I let it ring on (I let it go, go)

Uh, always been too turnt up for a ringtone (I don't wanna hear that shit)

Uh, uh, they only blame me, I had a ski on (I had that ski on)

Uh, uh, bitches actin' different, tell 'em keep on it (Ayy, tell 'em keep on it)

Uh, uh, niggas can't see me, they got they peep on (They see tryna see me, yup)

Uh, uh, they know I ain't the one that you can sleep on (Uh-uh)

In jail, ain't no rapper nigga (Go crazy), nigga know I turned my G on (Yup, go crazy)

Treat these hoes like jets and I just picked one just to skeet on (Go crazy, yeah)

This thuggin' shit come with a price (Mmm)

I spent forty-five thousand like this shit was light (This shit was light)

I was goin' through it, still tellin' mom, "It's gon' be aight"

That turned me to a monster, the comeback, it ain't nothin' nice

If we wrong, we gettin' nothin' right (Shit, nothin' right)

I went from shackles and some chains, nigga from rockin' ice (It's free my body)

I went to a cell, nigga, for creepin' through the night

Sorry to my fans, it's kinda hard to live a rapper life (Kinda hard)

'Fore I got my pen close to the phone, I got a fuckin' knife (On my mama)

Nigga (Yeah), grandma said, "This shit get ugly, right?" (Shit get ugly)

My nigga think he dead, he facin' twenty-five to life (I'm still with ya, nigga)

And what hurt me the most I can't even pay no fuckin' price (Mmm)

All this cheese don't mean shit, nigga ain't no fuckin' mice

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