CF Cry Now (Instrumental) Lyrics

Bishop
Until I Drop..Countdown

let the countdown begin, from ten to one
bishop of crhyme family i rock crowds from men to sons

Verse 1.
I write rhymes wit a pen and the ink is ma blood
so every word i spit or even think is ma bond
never drank or smoke but am still tipsy
lost a thousand fans cuz am seen wita gypsy [forget ya'll]
it is what is, they got me yelling one love, hit
but my sons the only ones i share one blood witt
moms getting older, pops getting colder
am a grown man now, gotta lift ma own shoulders
the head on ma neck feels like a lotta weight
since nai nai on tv am getting a lot of hate
ain't complaining though it feels heavy on ma chest
focus on ma gold digging and try to bury the rest
am making enemies now son cuz i make money
lil' cats wanna beef but thats just straight funny
remind u c___suckers where i live at
south east london u best to believe that
u don't wanna fight me, i roll wit a d___ army
yeah u heard about us, sonny, its the c'rhyme family
n____ we'll treat your head like its part of a bread
rip that s___ apart, am rude i spat on the dead
send a message to God, tell the man am coming
but for now i got a plan for every morning get money
what i live for is not what i'll die for
but i promise u what i'll die for is what am alive for [go figure]

Verse 2.
everyday strugglling, future in the palm of ma hand
words of a voodoo priest after i tossed her a grand
she said am gon make it, now thats some bullshit
cuz i got options like run into a bank wit a full clip
am young black and broke, so i fit the profile
i should run crack or c__e and sit in a low ride
on a street corner, pant leg folded up
hoodies and timbs wit the mack 10 fully loaded up
recorded in every studio wit every major artist
got invited to every industry major party
20 cm records i was there with cheloo
f___ is the word, son believe what i tell you
chill brothers records, gangstaz trip what the f___
those songs make u wanna run out and cop a glock
minimaximo, wit the bishop your phones calling
b__ping heads with marius moga, homes i was ballin
they say patience is a virtue, son i been around
waited for my turn something kinda oo like girls aloud
but still its a good year i tell u all its true
so criss blazziny am too busy to ignore you [born f__got]

Verse 3.
depression and insomnia part of ma daily life
i get head every day like i got a brainy wife
face to face wit foes and hoes i feel all alone
and its sad but true i got nowhere to call ma home
its a new day am in the same ol' clothes
20 fans at the concerts its the same no shows
but we keep it moving, new city, new husstle
without a bodyguard we is the crew muscle
make a move, boy, test us we begging ya'll
need a very good reason to let the melon off
cuz lil c been itching to stomp a man out
paramedics need a reason to rush the van out
i got the flag up, am repping soul system
the reaction real cool when all hoes sees' em
this here for all ma n____z that lived this summer
money blinks, h banga i owe ya'll pimped hummers
that time is coming when i'll pay ma debt
cuz u was always on ma right and H on ma left
and like obie trice said, real game, no gimmicks ! [so feel me]