This is a song about "Thug shit"

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Girl, i put in that work

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

I know you're mad, but so what

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes