CRY4HELP (TWANO WITH THE HITS) ft. Twano With The Hits Lyrics

Pencil to paper, flow through the anger

It get stranger come from different angles

Tryna box me in

Feel like Basquiat painting dreams come from within

Money and the power

I was counting every cent

I repent to the lord, for my sins

May they end

Running on clouds

So I caught my second wind

So used to L's it surprise me when I win

Free spirit like John, got rid of toxins like a cleanse

Tried to cry for help but mixed it with the juice and gin

Old soul but I bridge the gap

You know what it is

Drink more, less sober, it do depend

My melanin

Got shordy's bringing they friends

Baltimore raised me

I must admit

Got ghetto tendencies the ghettos that we was in

Didn't think we see palms trees before we see a pen

My Momma looking down, and proud I'm tryna make it big

I've been dreaming since a kid

I had let go of my fears

I don't relate to my peers

I relate to aliens

When my dawg died was no way to hide the tears

Men do cry but you'll never get to see it

I allowed people in my life just for them leave it

Felt the winter breeze in the summer like I'm anemic

Battled these odds

I count my flaws

Remember when I was defeated

Pain in my heart

I was sitting in the dark having conversations with Jesus

For the stones they threw

I paid my dues and now I'm the one they believe in

Take me out my element

I show em why I'm heaven sent

10 year run

I flip my bars like a veteran

Worrying bout life will cost you and I ain't do that ever since

Went from nobody

Now I'm the one with the hits