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Lbs Kee'vin Thug Cry

[Intro]
(Drum Dummie)
He just got the call that his brother was in a shootout
His girlfriend was hiding a baby he never knew 'bout
He got his own son, how the f..ck he gon' feed two mouths?

[Chorus]
My nigga, wipe your eyes, you can't let 'em see a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
He tryna survive
He's so tired of people telling him lies
He a killer, can't look him in his eyes
Black mask, creepin' with a disguise, man down

[Verse]
Ain't no question, that nigga kill for a couple pounds
Like a trainer, they doin' drills on his side of town
Coupe black and yellow, he keep the steel when he ridin' 'round
Bought a Mello Yello, fill it with lean, then it's goin' down
The opps blowin' his phone up, sayin', "Pop out, you scared, nigga?"
"When I catch you, you gon' die, got money on your head, nigga"
He replied, "I'm out here, I ain't hidin', I ain't scared"
"If it's money on my head, then why the f..ck I ain't dead, nigga?"
Beefin' with the same nigga since he was thirteen
Bodies drop, another homicide on the murder scene
Even the kids gangbangin', they don't know what it mean
F..ck a nine to five, either rob a nigga or serve the fiends
He committed a robbery yesterday, but he don't remember 'cause he popped a bean
Down bad and his family strugglin' every day, no time for dreams
Shot caller, ten years Crip, Rolling 60s, he gotta feed the team
He bang blue, never hesitate to paint the city red 'cause he need the green
Now it's time to pick his brother up from school
Thankin' God earlier he ain't get hit with the tool
He tried to teach his brother every day on how to move
But on this day, the opposition had a point to prove (Nah)
He seen them spinned the block, they let out seven shots
He got hit in the shoulder, one in his hand, another in his thigh
That nigga looked to the side, how the f..ck I let my brother die?

[Chorus]
My nigga, wipe your eyes, you can't let 'em see a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
He tryna survive
He's so tired of people telling him lies
He a killer, can't look him in his eyes
Black mask, creepin' with a disguise, man down


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