Cameron London, Popcasso - When Thugs Cry Lyrics

Last thing I wanna do is have my family bury me over some rap beef
So I ain’t trynna tally up my rap sheet
The way I’m moving I should probably get a stat sheet
And total up my coins before somebody back stab me
The game change but the people still the same
Selling souls for the gold selling souls for the chains
We get outta bondage just to send each other
Your daddy gone but I know you disappoint your mother
It’s sad that the thought of peace is foreign but murder is home
I chose peace but the city just wouldn’t condone
I’m dedicated to the hustle but put it in songs
Just know I love you if I don’t make it home
When doves cry, I cry, this ain’t really for me
But when thugs cry I try, hiding from sympathy
Weak apart but we stronger together
Just hold on know it’s gone get better
Take my hand we can get away
Take your time it’s a brand new day
When thugs cry
They keep facing the movement
If I keep going at this rate I might end up smoking a Cuban
That’s the way of deceit
Until they understand the damage they causing the streets
If I’m a cold blooded brown skin street runner
I’m a legendary on the scene that’s a top gunner
Bloody streets but lacking in feats
Too deep to leave the life I live unless I meet the heat
If bullets had names people would change
They smaller than Scott Lang, or venom-less Bane
Told me to be slave, I’m breaking the chains
Perception clear enough to know that this all for the gain
Been called Cole, been called Pac
If skills are evident it’s many reasons that I’m not
No deprecation I’m hyping myself
Rest In Peace know it ain’t too many thugs left
When doves cry, I cry, this ain’t really for me
But when thugs cry I try, hiding from sympathy
Weak apart but we stronger together
Just hold on know it’s gone get better
Take my hand we can get away
Take your time it’s a brand new day
When thugs cry

Last thing I wanna do is have my family bury me over some rap beef
So I ain’t trynna tally up my rap sheet
The way I’m moving I should probably get a stat sheet
And total up my coins before somebody back stab me
The game change but the people still the same
Selling souls for the gold selling souls for the chains
We get outta bondage just to send each other
Your daddy gone but I know you disappoint your mother
It’s sad that the thought of peace is foreign but murder is home
I chose peace but the city just wouldn’t condone
I’m dedicated to the hustle but put it in songs
Just know I love you if I don’t make it home
When doves cry, I cry, this ain’t really for me
But when thugs cry I try, hiding from sympathy
Weak apart but we stronger together
Just hold on know it’s gone get better
Take my hand we can get away
Take your time it’s a brand new day
When thugs cry
They keep facing the movement
If I keep going at this rate I might end up smoking a Cuban
That’s the way of deceit
Until they understand the damage they causing the streets
If I’m a cold blooded brown skin street runner
I’m a legendary on the scene that’s a top gunner
Bloody streets but lacking in feats
Too deep to leave the life I live unless I meet the heat
If bullets had names people would change
They smaller than Scott Lang, or venom-less Bane
Told me to be slave, I’m breaking the chains
Perception clear enough to know that this all for the gain
Been called Cole, been called Pac
If skills are evident it’s many reasons that I’m not
No deprecation I’m hyping myself
Rest In Peace know it ain’t too many thugs left
When doves cry, I cry, this ain’t really for me
But when thugs cry I try, hiding from sympathy
Weak apart but we stronger together
Just hold on know it’s gone get better
Take my hand we can get away
Take your time it’s a brand new day
When thugs cry