Thug of Spades

(Mommy, India got the beats)
I told them n–gas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin’ like they ain’t hear a n–ga
Now even when I’m right, a n–ga wrong (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
Now these n–gas wan’ see me gone
It’s probably ’cause I’m a real n–ga

Nah, I ain’t trippin’ on no b–ch ass n–ga
Be done had a n–ga in a six-pack get a sh-t-bag, n–ga (Let’s go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it’s probably ’cause his daughter wanna f–k with her lil’ thick ass
My rich ass don’t kiss ass

I’m the definition of what these n–gas can’t find
Pistol packin’, half the times dreamin’ ’bout slangin’ some iron
Ayy, how you feelin’? I’m chasin’ money, tryna catch up on time
I ain’t never change, I’m still the same, I’ll put that Glock to your mind
b–ch, we die to live
Give a f–k ’bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I’m rockin’ out, b–ch, I’m known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time, really done gave the jail too many years
But I’m a young rich ass n–ga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I’m sorry, mama, I’ve been hurtin’, I ain’t takin’ time out to call
Not even prayin’, jump out the bed, I swear it’s hard to stand tall

I told them n–gas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin’ like they ain’t hear a n–ga
Now even when I’m right, a n–ga wrong
Now these n–gas wan’ see me gone
It’s probably ’cause I’m a real n–ga

Today in life, it ain’t nothin’ like old days
I say money made everything change
Ayy, from my mans to my kids to myself
I say he forever capitalize off pain
Main n–ga, big Rollie, big pistol
Top shotta, don dada, f–kin’ gravedigger
We let them shots off at you and whoever came with you
While I’m takin’ off, equip my brothers, that’s a gang missile

Stripes
n–ga, I’m official, f–kin’ a whistle, n–ga
Life
They gon’ have to give me, ‘fore I let a n–ga take mine, I’ma kill a hundred n–gas
They say I’m remindin’ n–gas of Pac
Keep playin’ around on that camera phone, they gon’ find a n–ga he shot
Dead, they call that FaceTime, n–ga
Stay out the way, but I’ll shake your whole gang ‘fore you shake mine, n–ga
Solo, pushin’ the buggy in the store with the tool
And I’m pullin’ up Lamborghini, pickin’ up my daughter from school
We grew up fast paced, no big homies to show us the rules
I be havin’ bad days when I don’t want to take no photos, I’m rude
Like move

Ten times outta ten, if you ever see me, I be clutchin’
I’ma let it slang and pray to God, show me forgiveness when he judge me
I’ma try to aim that b–ch between a n–ga ears, he ever touch me
Can’t trust a ho, even if these b–ches really think they love me
Long as you know, never let a pussy n–ga give me nothin’
Nowadays, a n–ga really gettin’ money, I remember back when

I told them n–gas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin’ like they ain’t hear a n–ga
Now even when I’m right, a n–ga wrong
Now these n–gas wan’ see me gone
It’s probably ’cause I’m a real n–ga

I told them n–gas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin’ like they ain’t hear a n–ga
Now even when I’m right, a n–ga wrong
Now these n–gas wan’ see me gone
It’s probably ’cause I’m a real n–ga

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