MoneySign Suede - Life of a Thug
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When i was sitting in that cell, you wasn't seeing me
I loved you but that shit is now just history
You said you hate me but i know deep down you missin' me
Ain't in my feelings but i know you n****s feeling me
Lost child from the 6, bitch don't intervene
I know these n****s wanna kill me, that's just jealousy
Ain't gotta tell me, seen it coming, know they envying me
N****s that i call brothers turned to enemies
I'm getting money, i don't care about your comments
Everything i step on, i got racks in my robins
These n****s rapper rappers, n****s don't be robbin'
I'm from the city full of people that be actin' like robin
If i gеt busted again, is you gon' visit?
I heard when i was in you was dissin'
Ay, mе and lil' peysoh big trippin'
Pull up on a n***a, all of the sudden he was (?...)
The way my (?...)
If feel just like some therapy
High off gun powder, suicide before they bury me
If shit go left, is you gon' be there for me mentally?
Trauma got me feeling sick, and baby girl you was my remedy
I ain't good with feelings so just listen to this melody
Went from straight f's and ditching class to a celebrity
Remembering stressin' out, and abusing hella ecstasy
Now a n***a up, and i mean that shit humbly
I know where you at, and i know just how you feel
I was once there too, but i said nah and hit the field
Watch how far you put your feet up n***a
Told this shit get real
Went from just tryna pass and know you waiting for a po
That's the life of a thug
You just gotta roll the dice
Give it it up, you said nah
Now you fighting for your life
Was that chain really worth it?
I know them bullets burn
Died for a couple bands n***a
What a waste of sperm
I was just talkin' to my n***a
Ain't easy thuggin' like that
N****s don't got straps
N****s ain't really got no racks
I like that i'm ambitious and i'm tryna make some stacks
I was born for this shit, i would've still made it without racks
Heard these n****s want me dead, why they taking so long?
I been waiting on these n****s so i can put em in a song
I should prolly sit back with the bullshit, i got fans now
But i ain't gon' lie, i'm still sliding with my strap out
N***a like me, i ain't ever got a fucking handout
A n***a poppin', she gon' wanna put her pants down
She used to hate me, used to curve me, she a fan now
They ain't never thought $uede would stand out
Dead homies, you ain't even got now dead homies
So why you say that like you do?
You a lame brodie
I'm a ignorant lil' n***a, i'll fuck your main shortie
Keep it a secret, that's what your main told me
"keep it a secret, don't let my n***a know"
But did i tell you that it's a secret that i fucked your hoe?
Sorry that she fell in love with it, she love my strokes
Every time i was doing bad, she come back for more
She come back for more cause damn i be going deep
Before you go and cuff a bitch, boy you better think
You gon' waste all that time just for her to leave
She gon' see me doing better, she gon' want to cheat
I loved you but that shit is now just history
You said you hate me but i know deep down you missin' me
Ain't in my feelings but i know you n****s feeling me
Lost child from the 6, bitch don't intervene
I know these n****s wanna kill me, that's just jealousy
Ain't gotta tell me, seen it coming, know they envying me
N****s that i call brothers turned to enemies
I'm getting money, i don't care about your comments
Everything i step on, i got racks in my robins
These n****s rapper rappers, n****s don't be robbin'
I'm from the city full of people that be actin' like robin
If i gеt busted again, is you gon' visit?
I heard when i was in you was dissin'
Ay, mе and lil' peysoh big trippin'
Pull up on a n***a, all of the sudden he was (?...)
The way my (?...)
If feel just like some therapy
High off gun powder, suicide before they bury me
If shit go left, is you gon' be there for me mentally?
Trauma got me feeling sick, and baby girl you was my remedy
I ain't good with feelings so just listen to this melody
Went from straight f's and ditching class to a celebrity
Remembering stressin' out, and abusing hella ecstasy
Now a n***a up, and i mean that shit humbly
I know where you at, and i know just how you feel
I was once there too, but i said nah and hit the field
Watch how far you put your feet up n***a
Told this shit get real
Went from just tryna pass and know you waiting for a po
That's the life of a thug
You just gotta roll the dice
Give it it up, you said nah
Now you fighting for your life
Was that chain really worth it?
I know them bullets burn
Died for a couple bands n***a
What a waste of sperm
I was just talkin' to my n***a
Ain't easy thuggin' like that
N****s don't got straps
N****s ain't really got no racks
I like that i'm ambitious and i'm tryna make some stacks
I was born for this shit, i would've still made it without racks
Heard these n****s want me dead, why they taking so long?
I been waiting on these n****s so i can put em in a song
I should prolly sit back with the bullshit, i got fans now
But i ain't gon' lie, i'm still sliding with my strap out
N***a like me, i ain't ever got a fucking handout
A n***a poppin', she gon' wanna put her pants down
She used to hate me, used to curve me, she a fan now
They ain't never thought $uede would stand out
Dead homies, you ain't even got now dead homies
So why you say that like you do?
You a lame brodie
I'm a ignorant lil' n***a, i'll fuck your main shortie
Keep it a secret, that's what your main told me
"keep it a secret, don't let my n***a know"
But did i tell you that it's a secret that i fucked your hoe?
Sorry that she fell in love with it, she love my strokes
Every time i was doing bad, she come back for more
She come back for more cause damn i be going deep
Before you go and cuff a bitch, boy you better think
You gon' waste all that time just for her to leave
She gon' see me doing better, she gon' want to cheat
