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Performed By: E Fargo
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: Emil Collins
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E Fargo - Song Cry Lyrics




Bottom of the bottom struggling
Nobody helped

That's why I got up off my ass and got it by myself

I seen too many niggas die over designer belts
I never cried about the shit i faced them just the cards was dealt

Small apartment with my family we close as hell
I always had the weight before i ever touched a scale
Coming up inside the ghetto like a living hell
Will i make it out or die shit only time will tell
It's ugly them shooters bussin they gone let it off
I shared a room with my brother it wasn't big at all

Where I'm from it's either rapping or play basketball
That's why the fact I'm out in this college shit don't make sense at all

When i felt like i was under woods would get me over
So if you see me i look sad, shit I'm really sober

As a shorty did sum thangs that i wasn't supposed to
Grandaddy in Heaven i get high and hope it bring us closer

Cuz i ain't have a father with me

That's why on every song i said f*ck em and i meant it
Toting gripping on this chrome in this whip we riding tented

My uncles was my father figures taught me how to get
Jasaun stood up like a soldier when he lost his mother
That's why i love the twins just like they my lil brothers
The same gang and i rep it never claim another
The same niggas with me I'll never switch up on em
Public schooling used to run the halls and cheat on tests

2013 out west at urban prep
Niggas talking all that shit i have the blicky at yo neck
Seen my mama struggle motivated me to get a check

Ain't seen my brother in 4 years God know i miss em
87th hit a jugg then hit up Harolds chicken

I watched my nigga catch a body cuz they killed his sister
Now he locked up another number in the f*cking system

Inna field with my niggas I'll never switch sides
I ain't never had a car so Leon would give me rides
Trapping out my granny kitchen i wouldn't baking apple pies
Seen my mama go through pain the only thing to make me cry

That's why I'm rapping like i mean it
I ain't never telling lies

You niggas out here fake gang banging need to pick a side
When we was broke and sharing clothes i used to ask myself why
Me and my brother and my mama one bed on Claremont

Was either rapping or was trapping
All my niggas bout that action

In these raps it ain't no cappin
Thank myself i made it happen

So i hop up on these beats and lose my mind i get to blackin
Everything i say i mean it so i spit it with a passion I get
Plenty high up off these drugs like it's beneficial
I had to make the beat cry so someone get a tissue
It's plenty more to talk about and more to get up into
I pour my soul up in this shit this just the f*cking intro

Bottom of the bottom struggling
Nobody helped

That's why I got up off my ass and got it by myself

I seen too many niggas die over designer belts
I never cried about the shit i faced them just the cards was dealt

Small apartment with my family we close as hell
I always had the weight before i ever touched a scale
Coming up inside the ghetto like a living hell
Will i make it out or die shit only time will tell
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English

Bottom of the bottom struggling
Nobody helped

That's why I got up off my ass and got it by myself

I seen too many niggas die over designer belts
I never cried about the shit i faced them just the cards was dealt

Small apartment with my family we close as hell
I always had the weight before i ever touched a scale
Coming up inside the ghetto like a living hell
Will i make it out or die shit only time will tell
It's ugly them shooters bussin they gone let it off
I shared a room with my brother it wasn't big at all

Where I'm from it's either rapping or play basketball
That's why the fact I'm out in this college shit don't make sense at all

When i felt like i was under woods would get me over
So if you see me i look sad, shit I'm really sober

As a shorty did sum thangs that i wasn't supposed to
Grandaddy in Heaven i get high and hope it bring us closer

Cuz i ain't have a father with me

That's why on every song i said f*ck em and i meant it
Toting gripping on this chrome in this whip we riding tented

My uncles was my father figures taught me how to get
Jasaun stood up like a soldier when he lost his mother
That's why i love the twins just like they my lil brothers
The same gang and i rep it never claim another
The same niggas with me I'll never switch up on em
Public schooling used to run the halls and cheat on tests

2013 out west at urban prep
Niggas talking all that shit i have the blicky at yo neck
Seen my mama struggle motivated me to get a check

Ain't seen my brother in 4 years God know i miss em
87th hit a jugg then hit up Harolds chicken

I watched my nigga catch a body cuz they killed his sister
Now he locked up another number in the f*cking system

Inna field with my niggas I'll never switch sides
I ain't never had a car so Leon would give me rides
Trapping out my granny kitchen i wouldn't baking apple pies
Seen my mama go through pain the only thing to make me cry

That's why I'm rapping like i mean it
I ain't never telling lies

You niggas out here fake gang banging need to pick a side
When we was broke and sharing clothes i used to ask myself why
Me and my brother and my mama one bed on Claremont

Was either rapping or was trapping
All my niggas bout that action

In these raps it ain't no cappin
Thank myself i made it happen

So i hop up on these beats and lose my mind i get to blackin
Everything i say i mean it so i spit it with a passion I get
Plenty high up off these drugs like it's beneficial
I had to make the beat cry so someone get a tissue
It's plenty more to talk about and more to get up into
I pour my soul up in this shit this just the f*cking intro

Bottom of the bottom struggling
Nobody helped

That's why I got up off my ass and got it by myself

I seen too many niggas die over designer belts
I never cried about the shit i faced them just the cards was dealt

Small apartment with my family we close as hell
I always had the weight before i ever touched a scale
Coming up inside the ghetto like a living hell
Will i make it out or die shit only time will tell
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Writer: Emil Collins
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