[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League]
[Hook]
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: Rick Ross]
Wake up in the world and I'm just another n***a
Call it public housin' when you next door to the k**ers
On the corners, it gets better as you go
Grind that mothaf**a 'til it's yellow brick road
Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse
On my knees prayin', n***as shootin' in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the f** to go next?
Go against the odds, youngin' go and get a job
Another country boy they want back on the farm
So far from my goals but I'm close to my kids
Thug cry for Mac Dre throwin' up the Thizz
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Well, let me light one for my problems
Smokin' on that loud, pumpin' up that volume
Get it crackin' like an eggshell
In this mothaf**a make omelettes
Get a bad b**h that posts up like comments
They don't know what I been through
Don't know what I'm goin' through
As long as I get through, that's what I look forward to
Richer than a b**h but still I can't afford to
Let these n***as play with me; need to be remorseful
I swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9
And I k** these n***as with silence
My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant
Can't trust none of these n***as, I murk one of these n***as
Then bury one of these n***as, still got dirt under my fingers
Ain't a threat, that's a bet, cause they coming at my neck
Like the best a man can get, but to make a long story short
I need a shoulder cause the devil on one
The other one, I'm lookin' over
Tunechi...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
n***as hatin' like it's Salt Lake City
No tints on that pretty-a** Bentley
Want you to know that them comments don't offend me
Cause your baby momma so friendly
I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand
Ciroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan
Money over b**hes, first n***a with a Wraith
Double M, we handle business
Cause them n***as getting raped
Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated
200 acres estates, a young n***a made it
Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed
Still lemon pepper on my mothaf**in' waaangs
[Hook]
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?
Mastermind, my 6th LP
Can't believe we did it
Man, I thank everybody that played a part of this
Shout out to my engineer E-Mix
Each and every one of you supporters
My fans, 100