thug cry Lyrics

Have you ever heard of thug pain, type of shit that make the hood sing

Down and out, let me show you what the faith about

You can call on me, I won't judge you cause you needed help

A hundred thousand cash I'm gone show you what that life about

Prices on his head gone double up I want the same amount

Have you ever heard a thug cry

Hands in the air, asking god why

I'm supposed to be the toughest soldier

These days I feel I'm getting older, cross me once it's never over

Pour me up the lean so I ain't never sober

I'm an artist so I keep a toaster

He move wrong I'll put him on a poster

I can't go back and change what I did

Life goes on we laugh and we live

I been feeling this way ever since you left the crib

You suppose to be my baby, you suppose to have my kid

You really made a thug cry I don't know what I did

What you gone tell me on the phone if I ever do a bid

You use call me late nights to come over and I slid

Turn off locations on your phone cause we going off the grid

Have you ever heard of thug pain, type of shit that make the hood sing

Have you ever heard of thug pain, type of shit that make the hood sing

Have you ever heard of thug pain, type of shit that make the hood sing

Down and out, let me show you what the faith about

You can call on me, I won't judge you cause you needed help

A hundred thousand cash I'm gone show you what that life about

Prices on his head gone double up I want the same amount

Have you ever heard a thug cry

Hands in the air, asking god why

Have you ever heard of thug pain, type of shit that make the hood sing

Down and out, let me show you what the faith about

You can call on me, I won't judge you cause you needed help

A hundred thousand cash I'm gone show you what that life about

Prices on his head gone double up I want the same amount

Have you ever heard a thug cry

Hands in the air, asking god why

(Hands in the air)

I can't go back and change what I did

Life goes on we laugh and we live

I been feeling this way ever since you left the crib

You suppose to be my baby, you suppose to have my kid

You really made a thug cry I don't know what I did

What you gone tell me on the phone if I ever do a bid

You use call me late nights to come over and I slid

Turn off locations on your phone cause we going off the grid