Thug Story

And he said
"I'm tired of living this kinda life
Wearing rags as a rapper, I should be a neater guy
I love music but my mentor dresses better than I have
He got joggers, Nike signs, made him soar high
I'm so tired of singing and not getting recognised
No bills for studio, had to struggle with my guys
I got flows, so dope it would make you cold"
But he had no promoters to get his lyrics sold
He's so tired, he works hard and he strives
He prays that maybe one day, he'll get the shine
But hell no, as time went he started smuggling drugs
Cos he thought it was a way to get him on fire
At sixteen, he sold enough to feed his guys
At seventeen, he prolly sold enough to buy a car
He painted a story but at its head he left a scar
Shot by his friend, thank God he didn't die
Damn

What's it worth if we all get our golds
At the end of the road, we all lose our souls
Is it the money or the girls that we wanna show
All the range and bugattis on these pedestals
I see life with no rose, I see only stones
That's the reason why I work even though I'm broke
I've been tryna build a wall, not like Jericho
To fight the pain in the hustle, let my brothers grow
I've been haunting non-stop, all these animals
I've been doing long jumps like a kangaroo
I would never stop, you could never see me stool
Gotta work everyday, I gotta get this food
That's a thought of a thug, hope you're listening too
Hope you feeling every word, every sheet that I pull
"This could've been your story", how them masses do
"Everybody wants fame, hope I get it too"
Fool

Don't limit yourself
You gotta work, gotta work
Don't limit yourself
Don't limit yourself
You gotta work, gotta work
Don't limit yourself
Don't limit yourself
You gotta work, gotta work
Don't limit yourself
Gotta work, gotta work
Gotta work, gotta work, gotta work now