This is a song about "Hood thug crips"

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I know you're mad, but so what

Like im some sorta thug

I don't live in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

My balls die for the thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Victims of that thug life

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference