Something To Cry For - Statik Selektah, BOLDY JAMES

Remember my first case, was facing a 3 to 9

Was thinking at worst case scenario plead the five

My second and third case, was looking at 25

I should’ve played first base cause I can’t let niggas slide

To second and third base, who switch it and pick a side

Cause niggas done turned stayed as a witness and testified

Showed up in my court dates and couldn’t look me in my eyes

Was in for a short stay, but I was stuck in the bank

Got caught in the wrong place, they wouldn’t give me a bomb

Was sick with a long face cause now I’m looking at time

Fighting an old case sitting in cell 9

With no clocks on the wall, you couldn’t even tell time

Watching hours pass in an infinite hour glass

Through my bulletproof window pane visit from moms, cut to the chase

But before my mother sat I caught a lucky break

Tell him to fix his face before

I give you something to cry for, the joke’s on you, jack

We not laughing with you, we laughing at you

I guess I’m one of them oddballs that slipped right through the cracks

By the skin of my teeth, accidental

And then I took down your high score and put my name on the map

With a half a brick and a pack of Skittles

Getting this money to die for, the joke’s on you, jack

We not laughing with you, we laughing at you

I give you something to cry for

I give you something to cry for

I give you something to cry for

I got one in the slide for her

Them niggas caught in their feelings, the fuck is you crying for?

Them niggas you see me with is niggas I ride for

Over this concrete and shit niggas done died for

To my peoples in the pen being in time portals

It’s either you do the bid or you let the time warp you

Or get the fuck out the street cause this shit is not for you

It’s death before dishonesty cause niggas is not loyal

Especially in the D where bodies get rot spoiled

And get put six feet deep under the top soil

Where niggas’ll cop from you then put their Glocks on you

And then in the same breath quick to call the cops on you

My hood is a lava lamp if they get to drop on you

They throw you the total opposite of a house warming

Surprise, nigga

Let this 40. Cal on my waist, wipe the smile of your face