LaRussell, Lil Jon, Malachi - Thug Cry

Oowee Bring me up a little bit Aye Oowee Yeah I got birds like the zoo I got pockets full of blue I got flows still in the package Nigga these brand new I got Jon on the beats I had Jimmy on the flute I really serve Ima soldier I could sign up for the troops I'm loved everywhere I go From the nerds to the whoops Jon made this from scratch Not your ordinary loops I got the scoop like baskin Robbins need a cup for it all They can't see it how I see it need a lut for it all This the first time Giving all my time to one thing The outcome? Could only be one thing Plaques on the wall Racks in the pants To count this You gone need 2 mo hands Is it bands if the bands can't pop a rubberband All these hoes outside you hatin on anotha man I can't stand When the plan don't seem to go as planned And a nigga on the court blame the fans in the stands But I get it Everybody aint built for this life My pops 54 I made 50 a night Thank God that he gave me all the game that he did Presence is the greatest present you can give yo kid I never thought I'd get this far off of raps and rhymes Do a marathon in yours Can't do a lap in mine You know they pay you double for new paths you find This type of shit could make a thug cry He got trauma he seen slugs fly Life is different From A Bugs Eye Don't let the paper let the love die Gone have heart full of regret when them doves fly doves fly This type of shit could make a thug cry He got trauma he seen slugs fly Life is different From A Bugs Eye Don't let the paper let the love die Gone have heart full of regret when them doves fly doves fly What ya life like When time fly It flash before yo eyes when niggas ride by A drive by to knock yo cousin down make ya mind cry His soul leaves his mind flies above And its ill feel unreal just like cyphy He feel himself balling in a wake See yo auntie cry and shake See them put em the ground What's the word my nigga Now you think bout gettin back So you loading up a gat Repercussions of his acts he ain't concerned my nigga He seen his papa hit his knees when his mama left the earth He seen his mama work 2 jobs just tryna make it through the first He seen things i shouldn't have when he was dumb and he was young And it all led to him loading up this gun Now he walkin down with no intents to ask ya where from My auntie cryin oh my god now ima send you to his son Grief beating on his soul sound like he beating on a drum He a put a bullet in his mind the thugs cryin when he done This type of shit could make a thug cry He got trauma he seen slugs fly Life is different From A Bugs Eye Don't let the paper let the love die Gone have a heart full of regret when them doves fly doves fly This type of shit could make a thug cry He got trauma he seen slugs fly Life is different From A Bugs Eye Don't let the paper let the love die Gone have heart full of regret when them doves fly doves fly