Eastside, Thuglife

Eastside thug life, that's what I'm on
Certified, I better get my flowers when I'm gone
I can't leave without it, bitch I'm tryna make it home
Hate behind my back, but they be begging on my phone
Loyalty, I cant never switch unless we talkin' Glocks
Loyalty, who gon' be there with me when they spend the block
I can't feel the pain, cause i been sipping' drop
Its crazy, most these niggas hate me cause I'm who they not
I'm who they wanna be
Niggas need a Oscar all that actin', niggas wannabe's
This bitch she can't replace me, it's just one of me
I be fuckin' hoes and counting' guap, cause that shit fun to me
The fuck i look like, beefing with a nigga under me
This a press start you hear the engine, i dont need a key
Took a classy bitch, and turned her to a freak
I think the opps vegan, cause they hate beef
These niggas hiding out
Got to stay dangerous, momma said that I been wilding out
Fuck a drive by we walk em down, this shit in and out
You don't get no points for pulling Ricky's, nigga turn around
I don't got no dead friends, unless we talkin' hundreds
One RP, two freaks they both fuckin'
We all came straps, ain't no running'
I don't think i want a mil', I want a hundred
I don't think i want a mil', I want a hundred
See we all came straps, and ain't no running'
Link up with the opps, and turn that shit into a track meet
In a track hawk, with a chopper' on the back seat
Don't talk about that smoke, if you cant match me
Bitch I'm geeked up, I popped a Addy
I'm a real nigga, bitch i get it from my daddy
R-I-P Kenny, I'm bout' go and cop a caddy
I know this bitch bitter she cant have me
You can't link with us, or come around if you ain't family



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Writer(s): Jaylen Thomas
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