[Intro: LBS Kee'vin]
(Drum Dummie)
He just got the call that his brother was in a shootout
His girlfriend was hiding a baby he never knew 'bout
He got his own son, how the fuck he gon' feed two mouths?

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
My n***a, wipe your eyes, you can't let 'em see a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
He tryna survive
He's so tired of people telling him lies
He a killer, can't look him in his eyes
Black mask, creepin' with a disguise, man down

[Verse 1: Dee Watkins]
Murder on his mind, he been slidin' with a Draco
Feds on his ass, only right he had to lay low
Bodies get to droppin', n***as dyin' over pesos
If I feel like you loyal, I'ma put you on my payroll
2020 coupe, still don't like to drive it
They be in my business, that's why every move be private
Lookin' at my chain and my car and my watches
Lord, I got this Glock on me, don't let a n***a try shit
They used to be laughin' when I ain't have it
Now I'm livin' lavish, drivin' the fastest
Ayy, I gotta get some money, swear that shit a habit
Ayy, I like real bitches, I don't fuck with plastic, uh, ayy
Money on my mind, gotta get a bankroll
N***as want me dead, fuck it, I got K's, oh
My dawg in the pen', he just called me off a payphone
Spend it and I go and get it back, that shit don't take long
[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
Thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
He tryna survive
He's so tired of people telling him lies
He a killer, can't look him in his eyes
Black mask, creepin' with a disguise, man down

[Verse 2: LBS Kee'vin]
Ain't no question, that n***a kill for a couple pounds
Like a trainer, they doin' drills on his side of town
Coupe black and yellow, he keep the steel when he ridin' 'round
Bought a Mello Yello, fill it with lean, then it's goin' down
The opps blowin' his phone up, sayin', "Pop out, you scared, n***a?"
"When I catch you, you gon' die, got money on your head, n***a"
He replied, "I'm out here, I ain't hidin', I ain't scared"
"If it's money on my head, then why the fuck I ain't dead, n***a?"
Beefin' with the same n***a since he was thirteen
Bodies drop, another homicide on the murder scene
Even the kids gangbangin', they don't know what it mean
Fuck a nine to five, either rob a n***a or serve the fiends
He committed a robbery yesterday, but he don't remember 'cause he popped a bean
Down bad and his family strugglin' every day, no time for dreams
Shot caller, ten years Crip, Rolling 60s, he gotta feed the team
He bang blue, never hesitate to paint the city red 'cause he need the green
Now it's time to pick his brother up from school
Thankin' God earlier he ain't get hit with the tool
He tried to teach his brother every day on how to move
But on this day, the opposition had a point to prove (Nah)
He seen them spinned the block, they let out seven shots
He got hit in the shoulder, one in his hand, another one in his thigh
Then he looked to the side, how the fuck I let my brother die?
[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
My n***a, wipe your eyes, you can't let 'em see a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
You lookin' in a thug eyes
It's a funeral, let the doves fly
This is when a thug cry
He tryna survive
He's so tired of people telling him lies
He a killer, can't look him in his eyes
Black mask, creepin' with a disguise, man down