Lyrical Breakdown of Thug Tears - A COLORS SHOW - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Weed, crack, and dope Da-damn, Peggy! (I feel fucking terrible) All I need is rest (Throw up) I am uncontested, how can I confess this? Watch how I finesse How you so invested, this can't be your best shit I am not impressed Bullets through my body, I'm a different shawty You my favorite mess Bitch, I'm never pressed Keep a fresh Bic, ride down 86, hit! Roll deep like the ket Bitch, I'm (smoke) Too fly in the whip, hit! Fake news, we ain't pressed Is it safe now? Got my trey pound In case a bitch wanna test Yeet! (Okay team, follow my command) (I feel like I'm about to throw up) Work hard, twerk hard 26 no kids, yuh! Talk shit, back it up No fades, throw shade, whole game A damn mess, aye, fuck the cappin' Look, no stress, I'm vexed What the fuck is my appearance? I keep a ratchet I like 'em YesJulz moaning like a actress I ain't got no standards, I'm kinda passive Young Rich Swann, we gon' cash in Dust off them ratchets We got some action I'm on the main line, I'm tryna catch 'em I wish I wish a nigga would try to test me I wish a nigga would go against me I'm a thug, I don't play with no rap beef Fuck around, end up on a backstreet And I done cried so many times I wish, nigga I wish a nigga would try to test me I wish a nigga would go against me I'm a thug, I don't play with no rap beef Fuck around, end up on the backstreet I done cried so many times I done did so many crimes (Don't kill me) No time, y'all gassed up for the new line, ugh I'll make a nigga cry at his own pad I'll make a nigga cry for his dead dad I'll make a nigga cry for his fat wife I'll make a nigga cry for I'll make a nigga cry for help Make a fuck nigga cry for himself Thug tears! Nigga Thug tears