[Intro]
Yo B, what the fuck is deal, son?
Ayo, son, I'm ready to hold this shit down, man
Yo, son, you better turn [?] pretty shit [?]
Hold on, son, I'm ready to rep for the [?]
It's about time a real nigga get on, son, ya nah'mean?
Yo, son, them niggas is waitin' for you to [?], son
I don't even know how I'm doin' it, son, with all the drama I got
All we the niggas we done shot up, stabbed up, nah'mean
Snatched them niggas chains up in the clubs and all that, c'mon, son
Stay safe, son
[Verse 1: Tru Life]
Yo I done ran with a lot of thugs and sold a whole lot of drugs
Been in a lot of beefs and let off a lot of slugs
Never been in the game but I'm cool with a lot of plugs
They like the way I hold it down, I'm thugged out
Niggas say I'm bogged out 'cause I walk around with three guns
And I ain't even got beef, I'm just on point, son
Streets got mе in a headlock, I can't get loose
I'm addictеd to fast loot, I'ma die in the street
Prolly in a shootout over some old school beef
I'm one of the last livin' thugs from the whyle out era
When kids got raw for Adidas and shot for 8ball leathers
When niggas used to sniff [?] carry 007s
When I was just a lil' G comin' up in the game
Pullin' guns on old-timers, wantin' money and fame
Stickin' niggas up for three finger rings and rope chains
I was born a thug, die a thug, it's all in my veins
Yo B, what the fuck is deal, son?
Ayo, son, I'm ready to hold this shit down, man
Yo, son, you better turn [?] pretty shit [?]
Hold on, son, I'm ready to rep for the [?]
It's about time a real nigga get on, son, ya nah'mean?
Yo, son, them niggas is waitin' for you to [?], son
I don't even know how I'm doin' it, son, with all the drama I got
All we the niggas we done shot up, stabbed up, nah'mean
Snatched them niggas chains up in the clubs and all that, c'mon, son
Stay safe, son
[Verse 1: Tru Life]
Yo I done ran with a lot of thugs and sold a whole lot of drugs
Been in a lot of beefs and let off a lot of slugs
Never been in the game but I'm cool with a lot of plugs
They like the way I hold it down, I'm thugged out
Niggas say I'm bogged out 'cause I walk around with three guns
And I ain't even got beef, I'm just on point, son
Streets got mе in a headlock, I can't get loose
I'm addictеd to fast loot, I'ma die in the street
Prolly in a shootout over some old school beef
I'm one of the last livin' thugs from the whyle out era
When kids got raw for Adidas and shot for 8ball leathers
When niggas used to sniff [?] carry 007s
When I was just a lil' G comin' up in the game
Pullin' guns on old-timers, wantin' money and fame
Stickin' niggas up for three finger rings and rope chains
I was born a thug, die a thug, it's all in my veins
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