Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied" [bad word] the rap [bad word] my gangsta is solidified
Still do my business on the side [bad word] if you police, don't pay me no nevermind
I was thuggin'
Black and red laces in my number threes
Take a pull up off the wood and let that [bad word] breathe
Sit outside a busta crib and let that [bad word] leave
Walk his [bad word] back in and put him on his [bad word]  knees
Thuggin'
Never takin' no for an answer
Might just take a loss but [bad word] I’d rather take my chances
Liquor got me lurkin' where you're livin' in the night time
59 fifty to the left but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin'
Pants gonna be saggin' til I'm 40
Still lyrically sharper than these short bus shorties
Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this Minstrel Show
These labels see how far up in their mouth my [bad word] can go
So go on and, choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day but I'm always gonna belong to the streets

I'm straight thuggin'
And it feels so good, and it feels so right yeah
And it feels so good, and it feels so right

Cause [bad word] I'm thuggin'
Selling you the science of the street rap
Every [bad word]  show I do is off the meat rack
I done been in jail, I do my best not to repeat that
I’m tryin to feed my family, give a [bad word] about your feedback
Critically acclaimed, but that [bad word] don't mean a thing
When you rocking mics and still in microwaves cooking 'caine
Never trippin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the [bad word] hit your booty when the door close, [bad word] She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might [bad word] her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet [bad word] in your sweetheart
Then get some groceries off might geek a EBT card
Why the Feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona
 [bad word] I'm thuggin'
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
And it feels so good, and it feels so right

Cause [bad word] I'm thuggin'
"We’re not against rappers, we're against those thugs"
Can't be legit when every [bad word] in your clique sold [bad word] Renegade felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Kick it at the crib where your children might cop an ounce from me
And smoke out in the Chevy with us, cause in the past
My low class black [bad word] would serve my own [bad word] family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discrete
If she don't cop from me, she'll get it from a [bad word] up the street
Cause he thuggin'
And yo she'd probably suck his [bad word] for it
She turn't out so it ain't [bad word] to turn a trick for it
My Uncle last [bad word]  put him on the glass [bad word] Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I'm past it
So lock me up forever, but this [bad word] is everlasting

I'm thuggin'
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause [bad word] I'm thuggin' [bad word]