I′m a thug nigga
A lot of pain inside of my heart
Got to get it on your ownGot to learn that from the start
We was in and out them stores
We wasn't going behind no bars
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
Plotting out the routes because we took it plenty far
I ain′t even got facades
This is high school year no jobs ain't nobody throw no lobs
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
All this heatin up yeah its' coming from my heart
Trying to get back where I was but I know it ain′t that far
Sit back and reminisce old days that left me scared
(Ha ha ha ha)
Stopped giving a fuck and than they said I went too hard
I ain′t give not one fuck cause ain't no money behind bars
Everybody posted up until it′s time to do that job
(Ha ha)
Plotting out the routes and than we switching out the cars
We aint worried about you niggas cause y'all niggas just some frauds
Y′all the type to hit a lick than try and hide behind your moms
(Ha ha ha facts ha)
Dirty drink plus smoke yeah it's speeding up my heart
I just chopped down some Mangalato cake #3 straight from the bark
Popping all of these norcos got me fucking like a star
Running round in her garage skirting in and out of cars
(Skirt)
R.I.P lil lonnie and I mean that from my heart
We done bulletproofed the cars now if the carbon hit it′s ours
Call up NewWaveKym and than I told him take them to mars
(Aye yo)
Hit up Walt Glizzy and I told him bring new broads
(Pull up)
Ant just got dismissed and I told him he's a star
(Thank God)
Let's make it two for two than take a trip to the Bermuda
(Thank God)
It ain′t no family fude I′m sorry I couldn't mention everyone
Just trying to take us to a place where we ain′t got to carry a gun
Running up the digi race like this was digimon
Blowing on the biggest base ain't talking reagan
Smoking on the biggest eights im talking jake son
Somebody tell ray j I need raycon′s
Big boss moves need to link up with Akon
I ain't gotta grip the tool the stu up in my lawn
Still watching every single move I am the one
Better plot every single move before you come
Three of us Stretched him out
Two with a drum
Five five six
(Shush)
Knocked out his lungs
Seven eight nine
No matter we up another one
Dennis Rodman all the way until the game is won
Kyrie Irving euro step we fucking up y′all sons
They don't play with us because they know what we than done
Let them go home that night just to show them it was for fun
Reference my john stockton lyrics if you want to go learn some
Being out on bound told me I couldn't touch none
Made my own stu I came back made a hundred
He rapping till he turn blue while I done made a bakers dozen
Cooking up in the stu yeah this mic is my oven
She all on her McDonald′s shit she keep telling me that she love it
Don′t pay her no attention im planting this Mcglovin
I used to be on some sucker shit but I turnt up mcLovin
(Err)
I ain't fucking with the common wealth I′m only fucking with hustling
