Cyhi The Prynce - Hear Me Out lyrics

(chorus) A lot of sh** been on my mind Somebody gotta hear me out All I see is signs that I need to take a different route I dont want to but If I leave now What I'm gon do? So I pour some wine This is something I'mma figure out (verse 1) Sitting up in my room me and my automatic I live in the fast lane but really I'm caught in traffic Mama I'm going crazy I hope that these walls is padded My girl just had an abortion I wish that she oughta had it But I'm addicted to women so should I call it a habit? That marijuana smoke call it my fabric You smell gas whenever my car pa**es My music all the way turned up like Roscoe Dash's I'm from the Clay that's where my Cash is I shoulda made A's in all my cla**es But I had that good from the Bay they bought it the fastest Got junkies through the roof that's why we call em addicts But I was Martin Luther King since a teen child Because I think quiet but I dream loud Speaking of loud that's what you smell in my green clouds But Kush ain't even cool no more they on that lean now (Chorus) (verse 2) I'm back to selling dubs the size of teabags My partna asked me "how much you gonna charge for three bags?" He said "I know your number low" I told him "ain't no free sacks, I need $60" He said "Damn shawty I'll be back" Then I replied that I been going through the same thing that he has "True I got more fans than the average man but none of the loot done led me To the end of the week gotta live by the beat Like you live check to check you dont move yo feet then I dont eat So we like neck & neck" he said "we thought you was rich ever since you left the dec" I "I am n***a that's the catch!" relationships is worth more than you making chips But it's hard when these record labels try and rape your gift And the only time I'm selling out is if I'm making zip's But I keep bags like I'm finna take a trip So I will never bend like a paperclip Then he said "keep it real & say whatever's under your handkerchief" (chorus) (verse 3) I seen it all through my Ray Bans You n***as couldn't walk through the mall in my Space Jams n***as praying on my downfall but when you done Make sure you say Amen, ran through like 8 grand in a days span I blue cheese cuz I hate ranch Drew Brees never claimed to be a Saint man but I'm in great hands Allstate Stan Mama stay praying, Llama in the waistband my head spinning but I promise I dont break dance Hating n***as leaving comments on my page but I'm paralyzed cuz Them the type of people I can't stand Friends'll burn & cross you like the K clan But I forgive em so when I see em we shake hands I just wish I had 10 percent of Ye fans And when I die they'll say "he was a great man" (chorus)