[Intro]
Yeah (Money on my head)
This that, this that futuristic pain (Baby)
Yeah, RIP Pooh
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Outro: Dolly White]
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
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