Thug Cry

[Chorus:]
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'ma show you tonight
That I'ma put it on you, baby,
Take you past the sky...

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga,
Call it public housin' when you next door to the killers.
On them corners it gets better as you go,
Grind that mothafucka till it's yellow brick road.
Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse,
On my knees prayin', niggas shootin' 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,
Thug cry for Mac Dre, nigga throwin' up the thizz.

[Chorus]

[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 mothafucka 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 goin' 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 bet, ‘cause they comin' at my neck
Like the best a man can get.
To make a long story short, I need a shoulder ‘cause the devil on one,
The other one, I'm lookin' over.
Tunechi.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas hatin' 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,
Cîroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan,
Money over bitches, first nigga with a Wraith,
Double M, we handle business,
‘Cause them niggas getting raped,
Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated,
Two hundred acres estates, a young nigga made it, boss!
Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed,
Still lemon pepper on my mothafuckin' wangs.

[Chorus]

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Mastermind.
I like you high in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?
Mastermind, my sixth 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, one hundred.