Rick Ross ft. Lil Wayne- Thug Cry remix by KO Pesos Lyrics
[Intro: KO Pesos]
Flo I told you I had to do it
Focus on the mix
[Hook: (1) Heather by Billy Cobham, 1974. (2) 93 ‘til Infinity by Soul Of Mischief, 1993.]
I just wanna be the one, I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly, I'mma show you tonight
That I'mma put it on you baby, take you past the sky
[Verse 1: KO Pesos]
Are you absolutely sure
That's the question that they ask
Any time they question if this is my destined path
I reply homie what's the use of it
Put my mind to my grind gotta do something, fuck it
Every second I'm representing my birthplace
Gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
Cutting corners never got a nigga first place
But them corners' where a nigga got his first pay
Tryina weave through the bullshit
Kinda hard when your means [are] a result of the bullshit
Life forcing you to do shit
Stuck between rocks your only option is do it
Damn
[Hook]
[Verse 2: KO Pesos]
I don't gotta be laced in gold
I'm lace with flows
Rhythm on trial but the case just closed
Now, there's no denial
Haters are senile
Make a statement take a picture
Magnify the details
Clothes hold decals
Scream Dollars to specify
Cazal frames camouflage my naked eye
They see your soul, they want to take it
See your fame, want to make it
Guess success inspires hatred, fuck it
Purge your mind, guard your heart
When things get to your head, you get torn apart
Don't, let them derail your train of thought
Better, train your instincts to play their part (uh)
Please remember, foes are close
They calling you bro, plotting
When you vulnerable most
Use my, third eye to evade the potholes
Came in handy when I was treating my glaucoma
[Hook]
[Verse 3: KO Pesos]
Getting old, now a nigga got a new vision
Hundred diamonds in floor of my moms kitchen
I ain't tripping, just want them to live a lavish life
For too long we been below the average life (yeah)
And that turns you into a go getter
See something that you want, you better go get it
Get fly, get whips, fuck hoes, take trips
Make dough, make plans, to grind, then flip
Now we on some shit
Understand the game, finna run this bitch
And if they ever say we can't
Middle finger to the man, like nigga we own this shit
Scream Dollars™
[Hook]
[Outro: KO Pesos]
Double M, DC, SD, NYLA
Rated R I see you
Flo I told you I had to do it
Focus on the mix
[Hook: (1) Heather by Billy Cobham, 1974. (2) 93 ‘til Infinity by Soul Of Mischief, 1993.]
I just wanna be the one, I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly, I'mma show you tonight
That I'mma put it on you baby, take you past the sky
[Verse 1: KO Pesos]
Are you absolutely sure
That's the question that they ask
Any time they question if this is my destined path
I reply homie what's the use of it
Put my mind to my grind gotta do something, fuck it
Every second I'm representing my birthplace
Gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
Cutting corners never got a nigga first place
But them corners' where a nigga got his first pay
Tryina weave through the bullshit
Kinda hard when your means [are] a result of the bullshit
Life forcing you to do shit
Stuck between rocks your only option is do it
Damn
[Hook]
[Verse 2: KO Pesos]
I don't gotta be laced in gold
I'm lace with flows
Rhythm on trial but the case just closed
Now, there's no denial
Haters are senile
Make a statement take a picture
Magnify the details
Clothes hold decals
Scream Dollars to specify
Cazal frames camouflage my naked eye
They see your soul, they want to take it
See your fame, want to make it
Guess success inspires hatred, fuck it
Purge your mind, guard your heart
When things get to your head, you get torn apart
Don't, let them derail your train of thought
Better, train your instincts to play their part (uh)
Please remember, foes are close
They calling you bro, plotting
When you vulnerable most
Use my, third eye to evade the potholes
Came in handy when I was treating my glaucoma
[Hook]
[Verse 3: KO Pesos]
Getting old, now a nigga got a new vision
Hundred diamonds in floor of my moms kitchen
I ain't tripping, just want them to live a lavish life
For too long we been below the average life (yeah)
And that turns you into a go getter
See something that you want, you better go get it
Get fly, get whips, fuck hoes, take trips
Make dough, make plans, to grind, then flip
Now we on some shit
Understand the game, finna run this bitch
And if they ever say we can't
Middle finger to the man, like nigga we own this shit
Scream Dollars™
[Hook]
[Outro: KO Pesos]
Double M, DC, SD, NYLA
Rated R I see you