[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga, then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
Comin up as a child all I seen was Hell
Momma stepped, Daddy sold yay, stayed in and out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors
Then went from a half to sellin ten O's
But ya see shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do
And got on the damn grind like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, oh she did that too
I got robbed because a old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old goin on 13, which made me bold
That's why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grillin with gold
Replacin yo does (shawty), and cakin these hoes
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
I'mma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
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