[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I do this fo tha block (block), I do this fo the hood (hood)
I do this fo tha streets cause the streets keep me good (keep me good)
I do it for tha hustlas (hustlas),I do it for tha thugs (thugs)
I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv (show me luv)
I came in tha game 17 real loud, only thang on my mind make my momma proud
Started rockin crowds,gettin dope from shows and as tha fame rolls then came the hoes
Then came tha clothes, then came the cars,next thang I know I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters travelin by tha packs
But neva mind them cause aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!
[Chorus: Devin the Dude & (Slim Thug)]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
(like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back!)
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
A born boss got nuthin to lose
Still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with you rappers ya'll fake to me
I don't fuck with ou niggas ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
I do this fo tha block (block), I do this fo the hood (hood)
I do this fo tha streets cause the streets keep me good (keep me good)
I do it for tha hustlas (hustlas),I do it for tha thugs (thugs)
I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv (show me luv)
I came in tha game 17 real loud, only thang on my mind make my momma proud
Started rockin crowds,gettin dope from shows and as tha fame rolls then came the hoes
Then came tha clothes, then came the cars,next thang I know I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters travelin by tha packs
But neva mind them cause aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!
[Chorus: Devin the Dude & (Slim Thug)]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
(like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back!)
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
A born boss got nuthin to lose
Still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with you rappers ya'll fake to me
I don't fuck with ou niggas ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
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