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"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin
Somebody- nigga ain't runnin' no more
The Legend of Nig- in color, rated PG
Parental guidance suggested"
Uh, yeah, fa sho
Niggas be comin' at me like
"Yo, yo, Fred man
You a real nigga, dawg" (yes baby)
Real nigga (real nigga)
I be like (from front to the back)
Respect man (respect)
These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, niggas be like, "Fred, you ain't never lied"
Fuck the rap shit my gangsta is solidified
Still do my business on the side
Bitch if you polices, then pay me no never mind
I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe
Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucker leave
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees
Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer
Might just take a loss but bitch I'd rather take my chances
This liquor got me lurkin' where you livin in the night time
59Fifty to the left but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin', pants gon' be sagging 'til I'm forty
Still lyrically sharper than these short bus shawtys
Them phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick could go
So gon' and choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day but I'm always gon' belong to the streets
I'm straight thuggin' uh, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right, uh
Yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin'
Sellin' you the science of the street rap
Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack
I done been in jail and did my best not to repeat that
I'm tryna feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing
When you rockin' mics and still in microwaves cooking 'caine
Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might fuck her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in ya sweetheart
Then get some groceries off, might geek a EBT card
Why the feds worried 'bout me clockin' on this corner when there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona
Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
Yeah, yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin'
We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs
Can't be legit when every nigga in ya clique sold drugs
Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me and smoke out in the Chevy with us
'Cause in the past my low-class black ass would serve my own fucking family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street
Cause he thuggin', and yo she'd probably suck his dick for it
She turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it (that's a bitch)
My uncle last bitch, put him on the glass dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I past it
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting
I'm thuggin' uh, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right, uh
Yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right
'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin', bitch
"...shit is this?"
You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?
Just tryin' to make a fool outta me or somethin'?
Aye, fool look at this damn fool in here!
Shit!"