Thug Life
Huh huh huh huh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Talk about my old days
My old days oh oh
I was thugin' by my youngin'
I was thugin' by my lonely
I was thugin' by my youngin'
They kill a nigga down the road
They kill a nigga down the road
You don't know all this shit on my mind
You don't see (you don't see)
I was tryna get my guaps up
I was tryna get my money right
Huh huh huh huh huh
No case no game
No game no game
No game no game
Huh huh
Why they kill a nigga done the road
Why they kill a nigga done the road
I don't know I'm so confused
I'm so confused
I'm so confused
I'm so confused
Why they kill a nigga down the road
Why they wanna wanna steal my gun
Why they wanna kill my budget
Why they wanna take... Me on a low
I was on my grind now
I was tryna get my money right
I was moving with some killer
I was moving with some killer
They was tryna still my gun
They was tryna still my gun
They was tryna take me on a low
You don't see
You don't see the sign I was giving
You don't see
You don't see all this pain
You don't see
You don't see
I told my brother I could get it all
I told my brother I could make it all
Am a thug and I know
Am a thug and I know
I was tryna get my money right
My youngin' bossed up
My youngin' bossed up
To get it all
Get the money all
In the jungle that we make it all
From grass to grace
You don't see you don't see
You don't see the pain I was in
My money my money my money
My money my money
Do transfer do transfer
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Talk about my old days
My old days oh oh
I was thugin' by my youngin'
I was thugin' by my lonely
I was thugin' by my youngin'
They kill a nigga down the road
They kill a nigga down the road
You don't know all this shit on my mind
You don't see (you don't see)
I was tryna get my guaps up
I was tryna get my money right
Huh huh huh huh huh
No case no game
No game no game
No game no game
Huh huh
Why they kill a nigga done the road
Why they kill a nigga done the road
I don't know I'm so confused
I'm so confused
I'm so confused
I'm so confused
Why they kill a nigga down the road
Why they wanna wanna steal my gun
Why they wanna kill my budget
Why they wanna take... Me on a low
I was on my grind now
I was tryna get my money right
I was moving with some killer
I was moving with some killer
They was tryna still my gun
They was tryna still my gun
They was tryna take me on a low
You don't see
You don't see the sign I was giving
You don't see
You don't see all this pain
You don't see
You don't see
I told my brother I could get it all
I told my brother I could make it all
Am a thug and I know
Am a thug and I know
I was tryna get my money right
My youngin' bossed up
My youngin' bossed up
To get it all
Get the money all
In the jungle that we make it all
From grass to grace
You don't see you don't see
You don't see the pain I was in
My money my money my money
My money my money
Do transfer do transfer
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