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thugs cry* - roddy ricch lyrics

[verse 1]
i seen thugs cry (yeah), i seen thugs die (yeah)
see your dawg in the casket and ask the lord, “why?”
when the opps beat up my best friend i ain’t even wanna wake up (no)
‘member all them nights i was kind, i can’t make it up (no)
’cause the streets don’t love you (’cause the streets don’t love you)
and the heat don’t love you (and the heat don’t love you)
and when you sit in that cell, you ain’t got n0body to run to
gotta learn survival sk!lls, can’t be no lunch food (yeah)
you live by the gun and you die by the gun too

[chorus]
they don’t want you to be great (great)
they don’t give, gotta take (take)
ran it up for them diamonds (yeah), my wrist just came out the lake
how could tell me you love me and lie to my face? (to my face)
duckin’ [?] time at midnight who’s duckin’ the jakes (woo, ooh)
my cuban links hold a n*gga tight
tryna to get to the chip when they gave him life
the opps took my friend so they had to die (die)
graduated from the streets that made thugs cry (thugs cry)

[verse 2]
we was hangin’ out four*doors
plus the crime rate up more and more (yeah)
i done put on for loss/law street
got the plug, i ain’t forced the core
youngest streets dawg, i’m in the hall of fame, no award (no)
if we slide, we gon’ bring the 4’s, they gon’ blow for sure
had a stash at that granny house, when the popo chased me out
we done fought so many cases, f*ck the judge, we cased out
i’m just glad i made it to a paper wrap
now i got eight zeros sittin’ in the main account (yeah, yeah)
they ain’t got nothin’ to say about it
i wanna see my whole hood on, yeah, yeah
i wanna a, j relly and bully inside the rolls, yeah, yeah
t*cash, bj and spank, them my folks, yeah, yeah
lil’ lp’s but he rap for the low
through my highs and my lows, i just vibe, i don’t fold
all these diamonds of mine, feel like climate control
i just fly with the time, i don’t mind it no more
i’ma ball on these n*ggas for the times we was poor
[chorus]
they don’t want you to be great (great)
they don’t give, gotta take (take)
ran it up for them diamonds (yeah), my wrist just came out the lake
how could tell me you love me and lie to my face? (to my face)
duckin’ [?] time at midnight who’s duckin’ the jakes (woo, ooh)
my cuban links hold a n*gga tight
tryna to get to the chip when they gave him life
the opps took my friend so they had to die (die)
graduated from the streets that made thugs cry (thugs cry)

[outro]
they don’t want you to be great (great)
they don’t give, gotta take (take)
ran it up for them diamonds (yeah), my wrist just came out the lake
how could tell me you love me and lie to my face? (to my face)
duckin’ [?] time at midnight who’s duckin’ the jakes (woo, ooh)
my cuban links hold a n*gga tight
tryna to get to the chip when they gave him life
the opps took my friend so they had to die (die)
graduated from the streets that made thugs cry (thugs cry)

- roddy ricch lyrics

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