Thuggin’

[Verse 1:]
Niggas be like, "Fred, you ain't never lied!"
Fuck the rap shit, my gangsta been solidified!
Still do my business on the side,
Bitch, if you polices, then pay me no nevermind.
I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes,
Take a pull up off the wood and let that mothafucka breathe,
Sit outside a busta crib and let that mothafucka leave,
Walk his ass back in and put him on his mothafuckin' 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 live at in the night time,
59Fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind.
Thuggin', pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40,
Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty,
Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show,
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go.
So go and, choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat,
Might move away one day, but I'm always gon' belong to the streets,
I'm straight thuggin'.

[Chorus:]
And it feels so good, and it feels so right,
And it feels so good, and it feels so right,
‘Cause, mothafucka I'm thuggin'!

[Verse 2:]
Sellin' you the science of the street rap,
Every mothafuckin' show I do is off the meat rack,
I done been to 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 thang,
When you rockin' mics and stealin' microwaves, cookin' 'caine,
Never trippin' 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 your sweetheart,
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card.
Why the feds worried 'bout me clockin' on this corner
When there's politicians out here gettin' popped in Arizona?
Bitch, I'm thuggin'.

[Chorus:]
And it feels so good, and it feels so right,
And it feels so good, and it feels so right,
‘Cause, mothafucka I'm thuggin'!

[Verse 3:]
"We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs,"
Can't be legit when every nigga in your 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 fuckin' 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,
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 passed it,
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting.
I'm thuggin'.

[Chorus:]
And it feels so good, and it feels so right,
And it feels so good, and it feels so right,
‘Cause, mothafucka I'm thuggin'!