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[Verse]
Is it okay to cry? Hell yeah, nigga, you human (For sure)
As a man, I never understand why we can't do it
As long as I turn these tears into a couple of mill and keep it movin'
God already know your endin', just fight the battles that he choosin' (That he choosin')
No, everybody ain't friend so it might hurt when you losin' (When you losin')
Probably feelin' cursed 'cause ain't shit perfect inside your movie (Shit perfect)
But just stick to the script, my nigga (For sure)
I know life a bitch my nigga (For sure)
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Is it okay to cry? (Yes, sir)
They only tears from a thug (Only tears from a thug)
I see you later, never goodbye (Never)
Just send a nigga a sign from above (From above)
What is hell? Bitch, we livin' it (We livin' it)
Just got a call from the jail, bro, it's been a minute
How you been, my nigga? Mama Lynn good (She good)
You know, Micah pregnant now, thought she never would
But I'm happy for her, is it a girl or a boy? (A girl)
She about to bring me another niece into this world
I wanna give up but my chin up, let my chest stick out (My chest stick out)
Take the pain, pick a pain up, drop the best shit out
How these niggas gon' tell my story but they left shit out?
Yeah, you might see me in the streets but, nigga, you don't know me (You don't know me)
Visual learner, 'fore you ho me you gon' have to show me (Show me)
I'm still comin' if you owe me, I put that on Kofi
Is it okay to cry? (Yes, sir)
Hell yeah, nigga, you human, go and let it out
Just make sure you wipe 'em when you done, don't let 'em see you [?]
When you live life [?] control, there's no way that you could ever wreck (Hell no)
And it's so much shit I done left out, so much shit I can talk about
But this song will be goin' on for a hour long
Say brother, you know I'm with you right or wrong, or dead ass wrong
Still gon' tell you 'bout yourself when we make it back home
In the meantime, fuck these niggas and fuck these hoes
Fuck these promoters and fuck these shows
Playin' with my money, it's like playin' with my emoticons
Playin' with my money, that's like playin' with Kofi
Understand how I'm comin'?
From the police, the only way you see me runnin'
Ain't no more opps, God took 'em all for me
Got straps for a dyke, though shit, she wanna be funny
I wonder if she ever felt dick in her stomach
I can complain, that shit won't change a thing
That shit ain't gon' change nothin' at all
Baby mama hatin', I thought she would be proud
Niggas out here puttin' on for the crowd
Stop fakin' with the bakin' 'fore you get ass fried
Yes, brother, it's okay to cry