Rick Ross - Thug Cry Lyrics
[Hook]I just wanna be the oneI just wanna be the one you loveI just wanna be the one you run to when you're downI just wanna, I just wanna flyIma show you tonightThat Ima put it on you babyTake you past the sky...[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Wake up in the world and I'm just another niggaCall it public housing when you next door to the killersOn them corners it gets better as you goGrind that mother*****er 'till it's yellow brick roadFree as a bird, spoken word in my verseOn my knees praying, niggas shooting in the churchWake up out my sleep in another cold sweatI lived on Billboard, where the ***** to go next?Go against the odds, youngin' go and get a jobAnother country boy they want back on the farmSo far from my goals but I'm close to my kidsGon' cry for Mac Dre throwing up the Thizz[Hook: Sample][Verse 2: Lil Wayne]Women like me for my problemsSmoking on that loud, pumping up that volumeGet it cracking like an eggshell in this mother*****er make omelettesGet a bad ***** that posts up like commentsThey don't know what I been through, don't know what I'm going throughAs long as I get through that's what I look forward toRicher than a ***** but still I can't afford toLet these niggas play with me need to be remorsefulI swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9 and I kill these niggas with silenceMy head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giantCan't trust none of these niggas, I murk one of these niggasThen bury one of these niggas, still got dirt under my fingers, thatAin't a threat that's fact cause they coming at my neck like the best a man can getTo make a long story short I need a shoulder because the devil on oneThe other one I'm looking overTunechi...[Hook][Verse 3: Rick Ross]Niggas hating like it's Salt Lake CityNo tints on that pretty ass BentleyWant you to know that them comments don't offend meCause your baby mama so friendlyI proceed with the plan, weed in my handCiroc in my cup, quick pic for a fanMoney over *****, first nigga [?]Double M, we handle businessCause them niggas getting rapedGo get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated200 acres estates, a young nigga made itCame from the hood, ain't nothing changedStill lemon pepper on my mother*****ing wings[Hook][Outro: Rick Ross]Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?
