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