It was his mom i made cry
We was high school peers, in junior high
And i try, sit alone and i cry
Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly
Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry
I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly
But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Now everybody put your hands up high
Telling me not to give up when i knew when they'll cry
Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,
Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die
Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,
Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse
Thuggin' till the day i die
Didn't mean to make you cry
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