Thug Life
If Young Metro don't trust you
Scrape the corner, buy a Rover
C- inside my grandmas sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the c- behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That's why I don't smoke no roaches
N- tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I'm sick of potion
We happy dawg but we ain't jokin'
Big bullets, we ain't poking
In that p-, slow motion
N-, ain't none of my songs wrote
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
F- the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle
(That f- n- gone flop, man, 21 ain't even no real n-, f- that n-)
We sticking to the G code, n- we ain't beefin' over freak h-
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo
That n- think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo
30-round hangin' out the big Glock
N-, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops
You a lil' cat, I'm a big dog
N-, when we pullin' up the stick's out
Too much money got 'em pissed off
N-, I'ma pull up at yo b- house
F- a n- b- to get a kick out it
N- pop P-, gon' get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my d- out
Glock-17 with the d- out
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg
Secret service shooters, leave a n- slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Bust it down, break it down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made man stamp, I got 21 stamp
In my face, Teetee and Taytay in the same count
I was down, bad, and now I'm shining like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We 'bout that gunplay, n-, motherf- 'yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp
Beating down Glenwood, n-, feeling like a champ
N-, we ain't takin' no deals
Lil n- we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound
Used to jump n-, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
Scrape the corner, buy a Rover
C- inside my grandmas sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the c- behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That's why I don't smoke no roaches
N- tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I'm sick of potion
We happy dawg but we ain't jokin'
Big bullets, we ain't poking
In that p-, slow motion
N-, ain't none of my songs wrote
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
F- the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle
(That f- n- gone flop, man, 21 ain't even no real n-, f- that n-)
We sticking to the G code, n- we ain't beefin' over freak h-
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo
That n- think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo
30-round hangin' out the big Glock
N-, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops
You a lil' cat, I'm a big dog
N-, when we pullin' up the stick's out
Too much money got 'em pissed off
N-, I'ma pull up at yo b- house
F- a n- b- to get a kick out it
N- pop P-, gon' get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my d- out
Glock-17 with the d- out
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg
Secret service shooters, leave a n- slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Bust it down, break it down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made man stamp, I got 21 stamp
In my face, Teetee and Taytay in the same count
I was down, bad, and now I'm shining like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We 'bout that gunplay, n-, motherf- 'yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp
Beating down Glenwood, n-, feeling like a champ
N-, we ain't takin' no deals
Lil n- we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound
Used to jump n-, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Joshua Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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