Thug Cry ft. GMD Quwan Lyrics

I grind hard for them rainy days

And I take drugs to ease the pain, but it won't go away

They say life was going to get better, Puna died the same day

Ain't got no time for no love, tryna catch up with this pape

We runnin' niggas out they shit, make sure your shoes laced

This life we livin' on repeat, it kinda copy then it paste

I'm movin' slow off codeine, I fell in love the way it taste

And I'm a real street nigga, baby, that's something you can't replace

I told Chop to stop the percs, he swear to God that he can't

I feel we didn't work, didn't know how to communicate

I fell in love with your soul, I need your touch to start my day

I dot the door with cold killers, tryna go and make some pape

Momma strugglin' with the bills, pray to God she make a way

God put me through it all, I still pray for better days

They say that lean will fuck you up, I still sip it anyway

They spinnin' blocks and sendin' shots, they only know that gangway

They ask me why I'm cold , shit, life made me this way

Pain in my soul, I can never catch a break

It's like everywhere I go, I'm lookin' death up in the face

I know to question god is wrong, but why he take my unc away

I tried healing with love, but I can't love nobody

Fight my feelings with drugs, I don't need no one by me

When you running with thugs, it make it hard to trust somebody

But I don't wanna trust nobody, shit, I'm the problem, probably

Put my trust up in this bag, shit, I know the hustle got me

You gon' be broke, ain't got no bag, shit, that's what the struggle taught me

Me and bro start kicking doors all we wanted was a plate

I remember we was hungry niggas eatin' in our face

But that shit ain't last long, cause we learned to make a way

Funny how the tables turn, and niggas quick to ride a wave

Free my nigga munchie, got my brother up the way

Free my nigga munchie, taught me how to get paid