Thug Life – 21 Savage
Scrape the corner
Buy a Rover
Crack inside my grandmas sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That’s why I don’t smoke no roaches
N_ggas tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I’m sick of potion
We happy, dog but we ain’t jokers
Big bullets, we ain’t poking
In that p_ssy, slow motion
N_gga ain’t none of my songs wrote
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, n_gga, f_ck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n_gga, f_ck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass b_tch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
Old style but n_gga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N_ggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming “F_ck you, they want to eat you”
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
F_ck the chatter, he gon’ tattle, put ’em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall like I’m hearing rattle
(That f_ck n_gga gone flop man
21 ain’t even no real n_gga, f_ck that n_gga)
We sticking to the G code, n_gga we ain’t beefin’ over freak ho’s
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo
That n_gga think that he a bullet, don’t like credit, Deebow
30-round hangin’ out the big Glock
N_gga, no six shots, shootin’ ’til the clip stops
You a lil’ cat, I’m a big dog
N_gga, when we pullin’ up the stick’s out
Too much money got ’em pissed off
N_gga, I’ma pull up at yo b_tch house
F_ck a n_ggas b_tch to get a kick out it
N_gga pop percs, ‘gone get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my d_ck out
Glock-17 with the d_ck out
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, n_gga, f_ck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n_gga, f_ck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass b_tch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
I’mma tint, president, like I’m Trump though
Secret service shooters, leave ’em n_ggas slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made a mess now, I got 21 washed out
In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count
I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a tramp
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We ’bout that gunplay, n_gga, motherf_ck ‘yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12’s and an amp
Beating down Glenwood, n_gga, feeling like a champ
N_gga, we ain’t takin’ no deals
Lil n_gga we ain’t snitchin’, we ain’t making no sound
Used to jump n_ggas, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make mama cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, n_gga, f_ck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n_gga, f_ck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass b_tch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
Hoe stab a n_gga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N_ggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming “F_ck you, they want to eat you”
