Opio - Thug Cry lyrics

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League] [Hook] 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, I'mma show you tonight That I'mma put it on you baby, take you past the sky [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Wake up in the world and I'm just another n***a Call it public housin' when you next door to the k**ers On the corners, it gets better as you go Grind that mothaf**a 'til it's yellow brick road Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse On my knees prayin', n***as shootin' in the church Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat I lived on Billboard, where the f** 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 Thug cry for Mac Dre throwin' up the Thizz [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Well, let me light one for my problems Smokin' on that loud, pumpin' up that volume Get it crackin' like an eggshell In this mothaf**a make omelettes Get a bad b**h that posts up like comments They don't know what I been through Don't know what I'm goin' through As long as I get through, that's what I look forward to Richer than a b**h but still I can't afford to Let these n***as play with me; need to be remorseful I swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9 And I k** these n***as with silence My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant Can't trust none of these n***as, I murk one of these n***as Then bury one of these n***as, still got dirt under my fingers Ain't a threat, that's a bet, cause they coming at my neck Like the best a man can get, but to make a long story short I need a shoulder cause the devil on one The other one, I'm lookin' over Tunechi... [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] n***as hatin' like it's Salt Lake City No tints on that pretty-a** Bentley Want you to know that them comments don't offend me Cause your baby momma so friendly I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand Ciroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan Money over b**hes, first n***a with a Wraith Double M, we handle business Cause them n***as getting raped Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated 200 acres estates, a young n***a made it Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed Still lemon pepper on my mothaf**in' waaangs [Hook] [Outro: Rick Ross] Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry? Mastermind, my 6th LP Can't believe we did it Man, I thank everybody that played a part of this Shout out to my engineer E-Mix Each and every one of you supporters My fans, 100