Thug Cry (feat. Lil Wayne)

I just wanna be the one

I just wanna be the one you love

I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down

I just wanna, I just wanna fly

Ima show you tonight

That Ima put it on you baby

Take you past the sky...

Rick Ross:

Wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga

Call it public housing when you next door to the killers

On them corners it gets better as you go

Grind that motherfucker 'till it's yellow brick road

Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse

On my knees praying, niggas shooting in the church

Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat

I lived on Billboard, where the fuck to go next?

Go against the odds, youngin' go and get a job

Another country boy they want back on the farm

So far from my goals but I'm close to my kids

Gon' cry for Mac Dre throwing up the Thizz

Lil Wayne:

Well let me light one for my problems

Smoking on that loud, pumping up that volume

Get it cracking like an eggshell in this motherfucker make omelettes

Get a bad bitch that posts up like comments

They don't know what I been through, don't know what I'm going through

As long as I get through that's what I look forward to

Richer than a bitch but still I can't afford to

Let these niggas play with me need to be remorseful

I swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9 and I kill these niggas with silence

My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant

Can't trust none of these niggas, I murk one of these niggas

Then bury one of these niggas, still got dirt under my fingers, that

Ain't a threat that's fact cause they coming at my neck like the best a man can get

To make a long story short I need a shoulder because the devil on one

The other one I'm looking over

Tunechi

Rick Ross:

Niggas hating like it's Salt Lake City

No tints on that pretty ass Bentley

Want you to know that them comments don't offend me

Cause your baby mama so friendly

I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand

Ciroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan

Money over bitch, first nigga [?]

Double M, we handle business

Cause them niggas getting raped

Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated

200 acres estates, a young nigga made it

Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed

Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings

Rick Ross:

Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?