Youngin to Thuggin

Hi guy, hey gal, yo man, what's up pal? Let's get rational.

I'm a single lyrical critical thinking track kicking

Vodka drinking king, blunt twisting, guilty of wicked spitting

Commiting criminal activity in any vicinity

Getting money quicker than I'm spending it shit gets lit

Then we all get to hit, chocolate Of with strawberry kush from DC

You niggas ain't fucking with me, you on that cheese, shit come fly with me

 

Take a second and let ya mind go places you thought it'd probably never roam

Been getting stoned since I was 7 years old, but I barely blow now cuhz I'd rather see her smoke

Don't provoke a problem with me cuhz Lord knows I'm a probably knock you off ya feet

Drake couldn't ft with me even if the nigga pulled out a hundred gs

Sorry but no offensive fuck your rhyme scheme you can't get off Nicki's hind end

 

When I was a youngin momma was struggling so I started hustlin

Momma's friends were thuggin and I got in big with the older men

Taught a young man to obtain a plan and make some bucks, impress the ladies

Sold keys to a Mercedes for my momma so she could start spending

I don't regret it momma cuhz you were always there for me

L o v e till the d e a t h of me. Fuck the rest you my trap queen

I'll never ask for another chance cuhz I spent money prospering

Only thing left is showing all y'all that God's always watching

So we just, rock the mic and live by the book, tomorrow

Could be the last time you ever write a hook, don't get crooked

Or you might get caught up with a bullet, find a gun, triggers? Get to pulling.