it s ok to cry

Young Thug

Yeah (Money on my head)
This that, this that futuristic pain (Baby)
Yeah, RIP Pooh

It s okay to cry (Ooh) , yeah (Ooh)
It s okay to cry (Ooh) , yeah, yeah (Ooh)
It s okay to cry, baby (Ooh)
Plus it s when it s time to rise, baby (Ooh)
Deep down, I hate these homicides, baby (Ooh)
Deep down, I really hate homic? (Ooh)

Early morning cries with the guys
Laughing about us ducking homicides
They say what makes you laugh, it ll also make you cry
They say what lets you live, it ll also let you die
I travel with the stick cause I ve seen murder in my eyes
Devil hunting on me while a nigga tryna strive
I had ran it up, and then I helped him beat his trial
He been gone 11, and I still take care of his child
Money on my head
Stay at home cause there s money on my head
We don t talk, but I just know that you my man
Nigga play with you, I m leaving him where he stand, yeah
Rose gold roses on the casket, ain t that romantic?
I killed the care man, my family raring
It s just a cold world, I m polar bearing
Tryna think to myself, but I was only staring
I m seeing ghosts, baby, it was at my show, baby
I done took a life, and it s driving me crazy
She just want her coke, baby, she ain t tryna have no baby
She ain t trying to settle down, she d rather run around
I had a talk with the Devil and it didn t go right
I keep my phone on silent, don t need no more nights
Have you ever woke up to a call
That said he died last night?
Got me wondering how it is in paradise

It s okay to cry (Ooh) , yeah (Ooh)
It s okay to cry (Ooh) , yeah, yeah (Ooh)
It s okay to cry, baby (Ooh)
Plus it s when it s time to rise, baby (Ooh)
Deep down, I hate these homicides, baby (Ooh)
These niggas wanna see me die (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, all my people dying, and I can t stand it
I hit the pulpit, I m tired of being abandoned
I ll rush em down myself, I don t gotta call no ambulance
Shit, they gon take 40 minutes anyway
Got me taking shrooms and relaxing with my bae
Rather keep it cool with the niggas round my way
Just bought another tool
Cause I keep bumping heads with the Devil
Told my mama, Don t let em dig my grave with a shovel
Keep my sisters with me cause I m realer than ever
Half a million, it got my bro outta shackles, yeah

Mama... God, mama, mama, God no
It hurts so bad
They killed my bro, they all rolled up
Then they fucking killed my bro
Stop, he s fucking gone, I just want him, please
God, I m sorry for what I did, I m sorry, I m sorry
I m sorry God, please believe me
Please believe me, I m so sorry
I m so sorry, this [?] evil