Corporate Thuggin’ U.S.D.A.

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I said I'm corporate thuggin', CTE
Until the day I die, that's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation I'm bumpin' in my 3
Blowin' on some killer shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood, everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
Pray for Uncle Ray, yeah, that nigga still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the cockpit, a nigga still leanin'
Money out here, so a nigga still schemin'
And I don't make music for the motherfuckin' critics
They don't understand cause they ain't motherfuckin' live it
And I ain't trippin' on The Source, I got a motherfuckin' plug
Keep your five mics, I'm still a motherfuckin' thug
Now the question is can a nigga really rap?
And the answer is, "You ever been to the trap?"
Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time
And I be goddamned if I let you waste mine
Like change for the better, but I'm still strapped
Trigger-happy nigga, don't make me relapse
Attitude like "fuck it", they hatin' anyway
And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
"You still talkin blow?" You goddamn right
What else I'm gon' say? That's my motherfuckin' life
I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Ochos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but that's only for the skeezers
Used my black card but that's only for the reefer
What's up! (Let's go)