Thug Till It’s Over Cookin Soul (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Woody Harrelson in my swisher
Sending 24 pounds to Virginia
Nigga hope you be movin' what I send ya
Tearin' yo area then I'll be right back in ya
Pop a few small towns, I bust 'em wide open
Pop with the coppers I'm on the first thing smokin'
Livin' the drug life, it got me West Coastin'
Life is a pretty bitch that I fuck with no trojan
Go in her raw dog, bareback, the crack would pimp that
Livin' neat, sleep in a dope house on the air mat
Point blank range, his brains all on my air max
Weak niggas, I took care of that, I'm aware of that
Devil just sittin' on my shoulder
Over the years, sold and grown much colder
Father be with me, I'm sick of slangin' these boulders
But I can't stop until I'm the king of these corners
Thug 'til it's over

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Smokin' with my young mind
Killin' through the night I hope I live to see the sunshine
And when you niggas put me in the ground
Let my headstone read "Fuck one time"
Smokin' with my young mind
Killin' through the night I hope I live to see the sunshine
And when you niggas put me in the ground
Let my headstone read "Fuck one time"