Cruz Beckham

Produced by CuBeatz, Metro Boomin

I breathe the air she breathe

It's hard to breathe on my own

It's somethin' 'bout infidelity

Make me check every single stone

Y'all done drank my blood like a Hebrew

'Cause I've been gettin' fly since a diesel

Made her switch sides in Ibizoo

I can get you off there in Belgium

Diamonds shinin' off very seldom

Grab a couple chicks, then mail them

Take it to the hood, then sell them

Fam come first, never fail them

Rebellious, always respect my elders

That's why I might treat you like I'm careless

Sold crack to a pregnant lady

Forgive me for the crack baby

If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real

Pack was too small, I ain't have it vacuum-sealed

Word to Uncle Charles, nigga, I got the set for real

Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil'

Fame change family, that's the way it is

Fame change a ho, that's the way I give

Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal

Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal

[Chorus]

I ain't really mean to hurt you

Sorry it's gotta be this way

I ain't even try'n desert you

Stop try'na be this way

I ain't really mean to hurt you

I ain't really mean to hurt you

I ain't really tryin'

[Verse 2]

It can get scary when you legendary

Caramel complexion, that's a Halle Berry

Cash rules everything around music

The game doped up, every nigga usin'

Grab the fuckin' carpet, hit 'em with the two

I'm not tryna argue, I got issues

You see what I been put up against, baby?

You see why I been tryna make the rent, baby?

Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby

Diamond Rolls, 'bout to get Lynch, baby

It's hard to caress you

All your bad energy, it's hard to bless you

Commercial flights gettin' too hectic

V12 motor's my confession

Tryin' to identify, you look sketchy

I'm a real nigga, it's hard to accept it

[Chorus]

I ain't really mean to hurt you

Sorry it's gotta be this way

I ain't even try'n desert you

Stop try'na be this way

I ain't really mean to hurt you

I ain't really mean to hurt you

I ain't really tryin'

[Verse 3]

Hot tender "Roni" – Bobby Brown, ooh

Chop this up for me, I got somethin' to prove

Work every day like I got somethin' to lose

Oxycod' got me floatin' up, nothin' new

Styrofoam cups, everything is approved

Styrofoam cups, everything is approved

Money stacked up, an' it got me seduced

I got that hot dope, but I got that boost doe

Aye – my Lamb' hit a pothole, these bitches some thot hoes

I hit the lotto in South Africano

Yacht party, sittin' at the dock of the condo

Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto

Better come with a combo

Asian persuasion, Cubana, mijaña

Yolanda, Shalonda, mi añá muy paza

I don't know Spanish, I barely talk proper

It became problems when I didn't send flowers

King like Mufasa, Messiah, then higher

Gold sheets and Rollies, yeah, fuck all the police

Shout out my whodie, he smashin' the CO

My wrist got a ego, my watch in an igloo

We took it legal, got stripes like a zebru

Live like a Rolling Stone, high when I greet you

Diamonds just all on you, effortlessly ball on you

L-O-to-V-E, I hope you ain’t gettin' greedy

Chasers do numbers, man, chains is on Fiji

Couldn'ta had your heart, 'cause ya gave it too easy

Diamonds on sight that's way brighter than Geezy's

Shout out to D.D., got goonies on speedy

She like it rated, ain't nothin' 'bout her PG

I had evaded, I thought I was jaded

Persian, Malaysian, super sensation

Yah – sushi was raw when she got confiscated

No invitations, we showed up and made it

Long as my dawgs here, bitches be tradin'

Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known it

I turned the pages, heavily sedated

Too many clone me, too many phonies

Armani on me, you never worn me

How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?

Gold chains and rings, it's so easy gettin' offended

Spendin' all your show money tryna keep up with my image

Fuck around, take a O from me, and never give a penny

Fuck y'all, I skrrt off, 'cause everything shitty

I hit my first model, stepped up my pimpin'

Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed

Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city

In and out of time zones, runnin' up a billi'

Indian Cherokee, clarity, shinin' is therapy

Mami Israeli (Mami Israeli...)

[Chorus]

I ain't really mean to hurt you

Sorry it's gotta be this way

I ain't even try'n desert you

Sorry, ain't tryna be this way

I ain't really mean to hurt you

Ain't really mean to hurt you

Ain't really mean to hurt you

Ain't really mean to hurt you

I ain't really mean to hurt you

Sorry it's gotta be that way

Ain't mean to desert you

Sorry that it look that way

I ain't really try'n hurt you

I ain't really mean to hurt you

I ain't really tryin'

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