Cry Champagne

Lyrics for Cry Champagne

Niggas can't fuck with me look Ayo i'm a rapper now I had the work in the pot sizzling Bitch down to ride by my side like Elizabeth Can't trust these reptiles Niggas all Lizards, shit Hopping out before you get popped Or be a prisoner money by any means Always been with the mission But sins just to come up on the win I been sinister bring a listener and then My world lift weight but it wasn't a curl Fiends treat the work in my palm like a pearl Won't serve anybody, you need a referral When I'm on the beat it's a homi' I'm keeping your girl On my dick 'cause she been there Made a ship now we in here Ghosts smiling, stone island my swimwear You niggas never been there Far away, on my bars is yay' The one like Penny Hardaway Chasing larger pay At the table bagging up bonds Playing some Marvin Gaye He asked me "What's going on?" I said "I'm living the wrong way (Damn) Thought to myself, shit gotta change Can't keep up with the God 'cause You ain't got the range (Nah) Times is hard Now when we cry it's Champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never) Thought to myself, shit gotta change Can't keep up with the God 'cause You ain't got the range (Fuck outta here) Times is hard Now when we cry it's Champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga) Ayo, ayo too many niggas sounding the same Doing the same shit Acting like they doing something different With the same script They in the way, clogging the lane They lack the range When you level up, some close ones change Sad exchange They don't know the stain when your Aim's an eight figure bank Spending Euros and Franks Made it off the shit that I think Came up from an empty cup With nothing to drink BitCoins with half a brick Now I'm icy like a hockey rink Stupid niggas crash out like it Cost a lot to think The jail and the morgue's full of those Bread or bullet holes What you looking for? Plenty do explore I'm out for greatness and my statements Fuck you hate me like a hooker bored A lot of these niggas wasn't rhyming Right so I took New York I smoke this work that I cooked with a fork When son writing it's a young Tyson hooking your jaw You niggas been lost a long time ago Look at the score i lapped you all Now I'm out in London spending at the mall Bad groupie whores can't detach From my balls Made a transition from selling pill Packs in the hall Niggas brought gats to the brawl Now I need Basquiats and war Halls on the walls So wealthy if I ever dropped The money soft in the fall And after that I ain't chasing a thing So any time you see my eyes cry Tears bet it's Ace of Spades Thought to myself, shit gotta change Can't keep up with the God 'cause You ain't got the range (Nah) Times is hard Now when we cry it's Champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never) Thought to myself, shit gotta change Can't keep up with the God 'cause You ain't got the range (Fuck outta here) Times is hard Now when we cry it's Champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga) Thought to myself, shit gotta change Can't keep up with the God 'cause You ain't got the range (Nah) Times is hard Now when we cry it's Champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never) Thought to myself, shit gotta change Can't keep up with the God 'cause You ain't got the range (Fuck outta here) Times is hard Now when we cry it's Champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life nigga)