No True Thug (FreeVerse)
Stuff a whole qtr in a backwood
Blow it to the face life is that good
Ain't got time for a hating nigga
Talkin bout the work he never put in the damn hood
Im just out here for the bands
You just out here for the damn looks
You ain't never bodied a man
You just gettin all the guys booked
Boy wtf wrong witcha
Quit actin like a bitch before the dogs getcha
Take ya whole crew down, Adolf Hitler
Lil nigga you don't really see the big picture
You just sell grams then you flex insta
Me I turn spam to a steak dinner
Yo bitch see me, wanna be a swinger
Give her Big Papi, Im a big swinger
Boy you don't get down how I live
Better save the bullshit for ya kids
I don't ever see you in the grid Motherfucker
When I do, got sticks for your twigs
Big slugs for ya wig
Don't run to the pigs motherfucker
If you really bout biz get down how you live
You aint no true thug motherfucker
Put that on my son motherfucker
You ain't good in these streets my brother
You ain't made outta gold, you pussy I seen your true colors fucker
Whole damn town know you fucked up
All that tough talk but you don't run up
Please do yourself a favor
Save that act for another
Blow it to the face life is that good
Ain't got time for a hating nigga
Talkin bout the work he never put in the damn hood
Im just out here for the bands
You just out here for the damn looks
You ain't never bodied a man
You just gettin all the guys booked
Boy wtf wrong witcha
Quit actin like a bitch before the dogs getcha
Take ya whole crew down, Adolf Hitler
Lil nigga you don't really see the big picture
You just sell grams then you flex insta
Me I turn spam to a steak dinner
Yo bitch see me, wanna be a swinger
Give her Big Papi, Im a big swinger
Boy you don't get down how I live
Better save the bullshit for ya kids
I don't ever see you in the grid Motherfucker
When I do, got sticks for your twigs
Big slugs for ya wig
Don't run to the pigs motherfucker
If you really bout biz get down how you live
You aint no true thug motherfucker
Put that on my son motherfucker
You ain't good in these streets my brother
You ain't made outta gold, you pussy I seen your true colors fucker
Whole damn town know you fucked up
All that tough talk but you don't run up
Please do yourself a favor
Save that act for another
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Writer(s): Carlos Luciano
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