This is a song about "Thug live"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Still living the thug life

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

We all just victims of that thug life

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

And weezy's gonna drop tha carter 5, we alright, thug cry,

Rollin' down the four o five

My balls die for the thug life