CRY LATER Songtext
von Proph

You don′t want it take it off
Blame it on what you go through
Blame it on the alcohol
Just anyone that isn't you

But you′re freee
Do what you wanna do
You're free
Do what you wanna do

I was tryna think for two of us I never woulda changed
Going back and forth I prayed the shit was just a phase
Everytime I looked back I seen how far the fall was
Instead of seeing how far a nigga really done came
It's been 6 long years since Elliot had break
And all now I remained
He been tryna show his face for little bit
Prolly why I love these women that are older than me
Make me feel like it′s okay to be lil kid


Who′s really in the drivers seat?
Who's P?
Is he a womaniser?
Is he a pius man on diet plans
A Bullet finder?
Broken soul who covered lawyer fees
I split myself so many times before I knew bout royalties
Shit this what happens when your running
My coping mechanisms are my egos
N I don′t which one is up n coming
It might be the F banger
The most obsessed rapper
Or all the other me's that I left outta discussion

Came home from school to 7 niggas smoking out the yard
The smell reminded me of everything I hated
Mummy breaking down

So when my bro got high i told him he′s a pagan
Then I grew up and realised the shit that we was facing
Never told my friends when I went dance practise
Wasn't g enough till I sold them Trapstar jackets
17 year old weed addict n youth offender
Only tryna look up to people with heart damage

My momma finally married this year, she found the one
And I missed the fucking wedding
Just to stack up on some new funds
The same woman that I said I′ll give the world too
And I wasn't even there when she was tryna build a new one
What's the point of life if those who you love
Don′t get the best of you
Smiling at the Mobo′s 'til your fam pick up the rest of you
Aswell as babylon, it′s yourself that's been oppressing you
The industry will bine a lost soul more than an FN do


I died
And came back to life as myself
I was scared of playing with the bad hand that I was dealt
Scared of being humble
Scared of being lonely
Scared that I would fumble
Scared these niggas would control me
I apologise for being a young nigga
I love fucking the game, just not what comes wid her
Ever looked inside mirror don′t see you anymore
Shit I started forget what I was doing this for

This mixtape wasn't even my plans lil nigga
Had to go remind myself that I′m the one lil nigga
I did 50 suin songs in 2 months lil nigga
I'm as mo'fucking crazy as they come lil nigga
God sent me new fire, from the pain required
Then told me plan another 15 year run lil nigga
So don′t
Ever try n rob me for my plate
Make one call n I can turn them boys to lunch lil nigga

Shout out to the gangn′em, that realise everything we been through
Trust me the real men of the year were not at GQ
Trust me that base in all your voice is getting EQ'd
You touch me that top is getting ripped like it′s from temu
I'm writing poetry
Listening to Whitney Houston
On a Saturday
Talking bout alligment with my bitch
Fuck speed dating with the labels on some bullshit
I′ve known from day one that this shoe it really fits

Pussy I'm a shooting star if I give you my heart
I can make you niggas cry or make her shake a lil asss
I can save the damn world, after they tear it apart
Thank God Bronson and Mark gave that lil boy a chance
Thank God I lost my famo coz It showed me the path
Thank God I cried about u coz it won′t be the last
Uhhhhh
Guarantee you'll figure what I mean
Until they 10 figure deal me, let em know the boys free