If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

Comin' up as a child all I seen was sales
Moma stepped in so we *****s stayed in out of jail
Then came Robbin and kickin' in doors
Then went from a half to sellin' ten O's
But ya see shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got on da
Grind like a damn ***** would do

Talkin' about pimpin', oh she did that too
I got robbed and this old ***** took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 which made me bold
Thats why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a ***k about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold
And pressin' these doors shorty and cakin' these hoes
I'm a pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A ***** thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a *****
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
***in' *****z up on the daily if they didn't pay me
*****z pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young ***** went to school just to sell some dope
A little crazy *** ***** wit a knife in his coat

And when the streets brought heat that's when da drama was fed
Moma swung on a *****, I stabbed the ***** in the head
I don't scratch my head unless it itches
An I don't smoke unless I'm bustin' at cha hatin' *****es
***** we was bread to die, don't be askin' me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold 'cause *****z playin' wit fire
All the childhood issues wit tha devil out to getcha
Got my mind on my gun and I'm and the shell pull a pistol

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole
Ya mind body and soul and leave you in a ditch cold
With no shoes and clothes wait for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars, I seen a man cut with
A dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget

Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said ****
Until this day moma thought I was up at da park
While she was at the church praising the Lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying because I made it by the grace of the God
A product of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hard ion
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it