Lyrics:
'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts (just livin' it up)
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough,
blinded by the liquor and weed
I made a change in my life and got some get right
Finally livin decent, no more creepin after midnight
I respect the words
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
a fight
Nigga we was thuggin', goin' hard out all night
Then I had a wreck, man this shit right here is crazy
But I'm a fuckin' star, man this life here,
yeah
See, all I know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night 'til my feet go numb
Blowin' mo' weed than Cheech & Chong
Livin' by
this ain't the thug life
Talkin bout the good life
Livin in da ghetto, wild
Talkin bout the good life
Livin in da ghetto, wild
What happened
life's a riddle
Don't let it get ya
I wanna be legal
But it's this hustle that get me richer
One love to my peoples makin' money
I can see you bubblin'
of thug faces
Momma gave a n**** breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin' n****s watch they every step
Label me a threat
And I ain't even
of thug faces
Momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin' niggas watch they every step
Label me a threat
And I ain't even
ain't safe at home, so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes)
Thug livin', uhh, what the fuck be better?
I do my dirt with the family so we dyin' together
Me and my closest road dog
(To my nigga Big Mussolini)
You know what's up (Big Syke)
West side (Thug Life baby)
Outlaw (the return of the mashes)
You
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
Mmm hehe, Jp
Can I really tell you something 'bout that livin' in that thug life
Makin' sure we always fine, trying to get that bag right
Posted
live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin' times
Livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homiez had
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
wanna see me in my casket
Jealous, motherfuckin' bastards
I never die, thug niggas multiply
'Cause after me is thug life baby
Then the young thugs
The shit that I got is the shit that I'm given.
Constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen,
Smokin' the bud.
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp
Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my
in the hood try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me
The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Dom, by
Spill a little liquor for the
Homies in the pen'
Say them thug life niggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp
Keep my finger
Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my
I don't care with ya my nigga
Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin'
I said stop, pose, Count a bank roll
Life too short never know when you gone go
Livin down, bad, karma feelin' that
Baby hold me down cuz anxiety
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
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