If you a thug my nigga be a thug   If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs   If you gonna rap about it be trill about it   And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it      If you a thug my nigga be a thug   If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs   If you gonna rap about it be trill about it   And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it      Comin up as a child my city was hell   My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail   I came robbin and kickin in doors   Then on my behalf and 17 old   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   Out the damn crowd like a nigga would do   Talkin about pimpin, oh she did that too   I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot   And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin   And bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope   I gives a fuck 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'ma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes      If you a thug my nigga be a thug   If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs   If you gonna rap about it be trill about it   And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it      Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself   A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death   Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga   And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor   Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me   Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy   Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope   A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat   And in the streets broke heathens   Went through drama especially   Moma swung on a nigga   I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)   I don't scratch my head unless it itches   And I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitches   Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why   Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz sprayin wit fire   All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen   Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol      You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole   Mind body and soul   And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes   Waitin for the trash collector   Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector   They'll kill you over thirty dollars   I seen a man cut wit 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 shit   And to this day moma thought I was young   Hungry, and poor (par)   While she was at the church praising the lord   I made through amazingly unscarred   She had to be praying 'cause I made it by the grace of the god   Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes   Bible in one hand, the other hand 9   Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine   Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine      If you a thug my nigga be a thug   If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs   If you gonna rap about it be trill about it   And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it      If you a thug my nigga be a thug   If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs   If you gonna rap about it be trill about it   And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it