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lirik lagu life of a thug – moneysign suede

when i was sitting in that cell, you wasn’t seeing me
i loved you but that sh*t is now just history
you said you hate me but i know deep down you missin’ me
ain’t in my feelings but i know you n****s feeling me
lost child from the 6, b*tch don’t intervene
i know these n****s wanna k!ll me, that’s just jealousy
ain’t gotta tell me, seen it coming, know they envying me
n****s that i call brothers turned to enemies

i’m getting money, i don’t care about your comments
everything i step on, i got racks in my robins
these n****s rapper rappers, n****s don’t be robbin’
i’m from the city full of people that be actin’ like robin
if i gеt busted again, is you gon’ visit?
i heard when i was in you was dissin’
ay, mе and lil’ peysoh big trippin’
pull up on a n***a, all of the sudden he was [?]

the way my [?]
if feel just like some therapy
high off gun powder, suicide before they bury me
if sh*t go left, is you gon’ be there for me mentally?
trauma got me feeling sick, and baby girl you was my remedy
i ain’t good with feelings so just listen to this melody
went from straight f’s and ditching class to a celebrity
remembering stressin’ out, and abusing h*lla ecstasy
now a n***a up, and i mean that sh*t humbly
i know where you at, and i know just how you feel
i was once there too, but i said nah and hit the field
watch how far you put your feet up n***a
told this sh*t get real
went from just tryna pass and know you waiting for a po
that’s the life of a thug
you just gotta roll the dice
give it it up, you said nah
now you fighting for your life
was that chain really worth it?
i know them bullets burn
died for a couple bands n***a
what a waste of sperm
i was just talkin’ to my n***a
ain’t easy thuggin’ like that
n****s don’t got straps
n****s ain’t really got no racks
i like that i’m ambitious and i’m tryna make some stacks
i was born for this sh*t, i would’ve still made it without racks
heard these n****s want me dead, why they taking so long?
i been waiting on these n****s so i can put em in a song
i should prolly sit back with the bullsh*t, i got fans now
but i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m still sliding with my strap out
n***a like me, i ain’t ever got a f*cking handout
a n***a poppin’, she gon’ wanna put her pants down
she used to hate me, used to curve me, she a fan now
they ain’t never thought $uede would stand out
dead homies, you ain’t even got now dead homies
so why you say that like you do?
you a lame brodie
i’m a ignorant lil’ n***a, i’ll f*ck your main shortie
keep it a secret, that’s what your main told me
“keep it a secret, don’t let my n***a know”
but did i tell you that it’s a secret that i f*cked your hoe?
sorry that she fell in love with it, she love my strokes
every time i was doing bad, she come back for more
she come back for more cause d*mn i be going deep
before you go and cuff a b*tch, boy you better think
you gon’ waste all that time just for her to leave
she gon’ see me doing better, she gon’ want to cheat

- moneysign suede

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