Yung Drippy - 11pm In Brockton Lyrics

Mama can't even cry no more
Grandma can't even cry no more
But I know they gon' always take care of me until they dying soul
You gotta stand up and be a man, ain't no crying, bro
And f*ck being rude and rich, nigga, I'd rather be kind and broke
Pretty bad bitch, that's my kind of hoe
You always said that you would be here, but you was lying, though
I tried to look for T on the commissary, couldn't find, bro
I can't believe you told them niggas shit, that only I know
It's fine, though
Shit
I don't even know what I want for real
And brodie back out a AMG, We used to drive a Bonneville
Lately I've been doing bad thing so I don't feel shit that I don't wanna feel
Zic really had a good plan to make it out, now the nigga got a mil
Tried to serve a fiend, he ain't take it from me, what's the problem, Bill
I know I said I can't cry, but back when G died, yeah, bro, I cried a little
That's how I gotta feel
And then I popped a pill
And I ain't trying to sign no deal
Cause I know how it feels
Money comin' in, money comin' in fast
Brand new Cullinan, that's what you do with your cash
I don't know what I'm in, I just know I'm in that bag
I'm tryna tell my kids, I'm tryna tell them don't be fags
And I just pop the lid, it ain't got no seal so I know it's bad
I'm like Roddy Ricch, but I ain't never seen no rag
And I ain't never seen no nine to five nigga with no happy smile
You ever need some help or need some guidance you know who to dial