Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Why you wanna play me like the lotto?
Nigga, I can disappear tomorrow
Be like, where she gone, gone, gone
What you done, done, done, done
You was just wrong, wrong, wrong
Cause I am the one
Why you wanna play me like a fiddle?
You acting like you love me just a little
Cause when ya life loss, loss, loss
It's ya family that pays the cost
In God we trust running straight to the cross
I'm driving stick
I move and shift, yeah
Want speed
Need speed
More speed
I'm driving stick
I stay in 6th, yeah
Want speed
Need speed
More speed
Put your hands up if you love hip hop
Put yours hands up if you reppin your block
Put your hands up if you ready to rock
Cause I want speed
Need speed
To run away
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Why yo yo yo
Why yo yo yo
Why yo yo yo
Why yo
Yo, my mother and my father used to burn a joint
My father walked out, that was the turning point
Started slangin chronic while I'm playing Sonic
Ironic that was the Genesis of me tryin to earn a coin
Incarceration I know the price of skating on broken ice while I'm escaping the coldest nights prayin
No more roaches, mice, and a bowl of rice
An old man gave me some cold advice sayin
Roll the dice, just roll the dice
Cuz you never get the same moment twice
Followed my dreams to the open mics and start slayin
Had to let them know I'm nice
Now I'm on covers of mags stuntin
Picture my dad frontin, all the children he had
I ain't mad
All the good dads keep the bag comin
Momma had my back one hunnit
Facts, I met God
She's a black woman
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
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Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Why you wanna play me like the lotto?
Nigga, I can disappear tomorrow
Be like, where she gone, gone, gone
What you done, done, done, done
You was just wrong, wrong, wrong
Cause I am the one
Why you wanna play me like a fiddle?
You acting like you love me just a little
Cause when ya life loss, loss, loss
It's ya family that pays the cost
In God we trust running straight to the cross
I'm driving stick
I move and shift, yeah
Want speed
Need speed
More speed
I'm driving stick
I stay in 6th, yeah
Want speed
Need speed
More speed
Put your hands up if you love hip hop
Put yours hands up if you reppin your block
Put your hands up if you ready to rock
Cause I want speed
Need speed
To run away
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Why yo yo yo
Why yo yo yo
Why yo yo yo
Why yo
Yo, my mother and my father used to burn a joint
My father walked out, that was the turning point
Started slangin chronic while I'm playing Sonic
Ironic that was the Genesis of me tryin to earn a coin
Incarceration I know the price of skating on broken ice while I'm escaping the coldest nights prayin
No more roaches, mice, and a bowl of rice
An old man gave me some cold advice sayin
Roll the dice, just roll the dice
Cuz you never get the same moment twice
Followed my dreams to the open mics and start slayin
Had to let them know I'm nice
Now I'm on covers of mags stuntin
Picture my dad frontin, all the children he had
I ain't mad
All the good dads keep the bag comin
Momma had my back one hunnit
Facts, I met God
She's a black woman
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Why you wanna play me like the lotto?
Nigga, I can disappear tomorrow
Be like, where she gone, gone, gone
What you done, done, done, done
You was just wrong, wrong, wrong
Cause I am the one
Why you wanna play me like a fiddle?
You acting like you love me just a little
Cause when ya life loss, loss, loss
It's ya family that pays the cost
In God we trust running straight to the cross
I'm driving stick
I move and shift, yeah
Want speed
Need speed
More speed
I'm driving stick
I stay in 6th, yeah
Want speed
Need speed
More speed
Put your hands up if you love hip hop
Put yours hands up if you reppin your block
Put your hands up if you ready to rock
Cause I want speed
Need speed
To run away
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Why yo yo yo
Why yo yo yo
Why yo yo yo
Why yo
Yo, my mother and my father used to burn a joint
My father walked out, that was the turning point
Started slangin chronic while I'm playing Sonic
Ironic that was the Genesis of me tryin to earn a coin
Incarceration I know the price of skating on broken ice while I'm escaping the coldest nights prayin
No more roaches, mice, and a bowl of rice
An old man gave me some cold advice sayin
Roll the dice, just roll the dice
Cuz you never get the same moment twice
Followed my dreams to the open mics and start slayin
Had to let them know I'm nice
Now I'm on covers of mags stuntin
Picture my dad frontin, all the children he had
I ain't mad
All the good dads keep the bag comin
Momma had my back one hunnit
Facts, I met God
She's a black woman
Cry out, yeah
For the mothers, lost their sons
And the wives lost their husbands
And the family and the brothers and the sisters and the children
And the fathers, we need fathers
Where's the fathers, free our fathers
Writer: Dominick Wickliffe, Shirley Joseph
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Copyright: Lyrics © ESSENTIAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid