Fye - Thug Cry Pt II

Swear I remember all them times
Swear I be thinking about them times
Ohh
Swear I be thinking bout all the times the done let the thug cry
Ohhhh
Ohhh ohhhh
Woahhhhh woah
Said why they change on me
I been thinking bout all the times they done let the thug cry
When the judge ain't give me no bond i was traumatized
They tryna hit me wit felonies
But I know wrong from right
I can't fuck with niggas
Protect my back just like a porcupine
Shouts out my real thugs
Put your hand up if you tote that dye
I just wanna see you jump up and down
If you fuck with Fye
I know I'm blessed God love me
I'm no other guy
You know that this a real song
If I'm talking bout that thug cry
Soon as I got home rolled a backwood of the cherry pie
I put them on game I told them that boy a wise guy
I feel real good feel like I'm geeked up on WiFi
Niggas talk too much they talk to 12 turn them to tie die
Timmy Timmy Timmy Turner feel like I do magic
Ball like I play on Turner Field
4th Ward trapping
Swear I love my city only thing I don't like is our traffic
I just got a city girl she just brought me home a baddie
I been thinking bout all the times they done let the thug cry
When the judge ain't give me no bond i was traumatized
They tryna hit me wit felonies
But I know wrong from right
I can't fuck with niggas
Protect my back just like a porcupine
Shouts out my real thugs
Put your hand up if you tote that dye
I just wanna see you jump up and down
If you fuck with Fye
I know I'm blessed God love me
I'm no other guy
You know that this a real song
If I'm talking bout that thug cry
I swear I been thinking bout all the times they done let the thug cry
I been thinking bout all the times they done let the thug cry
They tried to throw me down and leave me out and hang me up to dry
Woah
They talking bout they got real love but I see the hate up in their eyes
They got hate up in their heart too
I been thinking bout all the times they done let the thug cry
When the judge ain't give me no bond i was traumatized
They tryna hit me wit felonies
But I know wrong from right
I can't fuck with niggas
Protect my back just like a porcupine
Shouts out my real thugs
Put your hand up if you tote that dye
I just wanna see you jump up and down
If you fuck with Fye
I know I'm blessed God love me
I'm no other guy
You know that this a real song
If I'm talking bout that thug cry

Written by:
Ryan Reid

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