Текст песни Song Cry - CEO Trayle

How you failing?
Shit 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 shit prepared for taking off
Slowed down when I got to Mars
I was high in my space ship
I'm seeing stars
My shit easily endorsed
Watch how easily get crossed
Watch how easily he lost
Ain't bought no Gallery Jeans
Them 501's boy
Nigga better bring they own chop stick
Nigga I do shit just cus I can
Out the love
Out the kindness of my heart bitch
Ungrateful, you gone start shit
Now niggas hate on me I got rich
Can't tell me what to do, on dick
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 shit 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 nigga 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 shit
My shit was 93
That's why he got it quick
Most these niggas 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 niggas 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 shit get Dun like Deal
I be telling lil bro like chill
That shit ain't really beef for real
Niggas just feeling ill
Niggas just feel entitled
Heart filled up with envy
Spark shit 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 niggas can fix they face
To talk against me
Really the realest nigga you know
And you know that, you get me
Bitch come running in on sweetest day like
What she get me
How you niggas is still mad?
How you niggas still upset?
Bothered that I'm doing well
Yeen got shit 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
Nigga upset ain change his life?
What type of bitch ass shit is that
I dun trapped out my Diors
My music inside all the stores
Niggas 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
Fuck you think I do this for?