Thug Tears - Mistah F.A.B., Rick Ross, Mozzy

Mama told me cancer took her strength, now she feelin' weak

Stressed and can’t sleep, last time I slept, shit it’s been a week

Sad part though, that ain’t even what’s drivin' me crazy

It’s mainey, my mama ain’t strong enough to hold my baby

Libby don’t know no better, she just think granny don’t want her

I picked her up the rest of my life, I swear I’ma hold her

Up or down, situation gon' be occupied

So lost at my mama’s funeral I swear I forgot to cry

Only thing I remember is Goapele singing

That’s why I cry every time I hear «Closer To My Dreams», man

'Cause I’m gettin' closer to my dreams man

Still in the hood, I be toasting with the fiends, yeah

Made it from the bottom where they be countin' us out

Free my brother, free Reg, I wish my partner was out

If daddy would’ve been around things would’ve been different, I suggest

But I can’t worry, I hold my head, I’m still blessed

I remember them long nights (I remember them long nights)

Mama cried in the room (mama cried in the room)

Granny worked them long nights (them long nights)

The lord said we gotta move (lord said we gotta move)

Eviction notes on the door (eviction notes on the door)

'Cause our rent is past due (no no no no no no)

If you been through the struggle (oh no no no)

These thug tears for you, yeah

I’m with the pop up, Hell Gang get the job done

Why is you talkin' like you is a fellow felon and you not one?

Gotta go and catch a highway, gotta drop somethin' 'round here

Nigga get popped up 'round here, they doin' walk ups 'round here

Yeah, yeah, my nigga locked up for an M

I was locked up when Lil Diamond died, I was locked up for Shakim

When I throw it up it mean Hell Gang but it’s pure love for the brims

Started banging as a young boy, couldn’t get the ball in the rim

I got an eight ball for the low, that shit mainey how a nigga live

I had to hustle all on my own, that shit made me how a nigga is

Yeah, we was in the streets heavy, I’m tryna pay the rest of this rent

We finally made it out of that shit

We finally made it out of that bitch

I remember them long nights (I remember them long nights)

Mama cried in the room (mama cried in the room)

Granny worked them long nights (them long nights)

The lord said we gotta move (lord said we gotta move)

Eviction notes on the door (eviction notes on the door)

'Cause our rent is past due (no no no no no no)

If you been through the struggle (oh no no no)

These thug tears for you, yeah

Moms probably smoking, granny kept the house fed

Dreams of a mansion but I’m living out the projects

Streets raised me up, you gotta ride to keep the lights on

Started on the corner, just a youngin with the white stone

Raised in the struggle, granny got us through with welfare

Never cheat my brother, man we all getting fair share

Long nights of stressing, asking God to forgive me

My rent past due and my tank on empty

Police keep harrassing, tryna send me to the slammer

Suckers want my head so I gotta keep the hammer

Yeah I do it for the fallen soldiers

Yeah I do it for that San Quentin Angola

Four six was the trap, whippin' up the yola

Ice city, cold nights, I do it for the 'Nolia

Granny told me stay in school but I dropped out

I started slidin' through your hood on the hop out

I remember them long nights (I remember them long nights)

Mama cried in the room (mama cried in the room)

Granny worked them long nights (them long nights)

The lord said we gotta move (lord said we gotta move)

Eviction notes on the door (eviction notes on the door)

'Cause our rent is past due (no no no no no no)

If you been through the struggle (oh no no no)

These thug tears for you, yeah