Thug Muzik - Termanology, H Blanco, Ea$y Money

I don’t wanna go, I don’t, I don’t wanna go

I want my soul to live forever like Geronimo

Product of this environment, shit where I’ma go?

They throw me in with the lions, we gon' put on a show

All I know is supplyin' 'em with the dusted flow

This shit I spit be wet, nigga, Pappadeaux

More shootings and students that’s killin' little kids

This might be the antichrist, I don’t trust a thing

Niggas now don’t value life and die over bling

Niggas now don’t run through life so they’d rather sing

Shit, I want a knife like the Book of Eli

I’m Denzel, watchin' these niggas fill the masses with lies

This why people kill people and go eye for an eye

Way before great Biggie Smalls, they’ve been ready to die

Premeditate that moment when they see their foe

And treat 'em like paper targets, fill 'em with holes

Know where I’ve been and know what I’ve seen and

Not a thing can keep me from hustlin'

Never look down, keep on movin' ahead

Flyin' on high, no need to settle in

The streets on fire, four murders in the weekend

Ain’t nobody snitchin' cause they don’t want it to be them

The world’s corrupt, suckerpunch a cop and he’s sure to bust

Stuff him and he’ll murder you, look what happened in Ferguson

Hands up, don’t shoot, they ain’t tellin' the whole truth

The whole world sleepin' and shit, so you can see the proof

Usin' their iPhones as video recorders

Channel 5 from the corners, we’re like ghetto reporters

My homie came through with a Smith N in his hand

He just snatched another chain, put the picture on the 'gram

It’s no fucks given anymore

You get robbed bareface front of the camera just to make an example

I grew up like the regular thug, on the run, eatin'

Every weekend I’m sittin' at gang meetings

My cousin’s gettin' shot, we runnin', duckin' from cops

Man it ain’t a fuckin' thing, you can’t tell me about the block

I know you hate to hear the drama, but drama’s all we know

Another night twisted, breakin' the law for dough

More 4s to blow, never cut it, tryna score some blow

Itchin', tryna find a purer snow

The block’s hot when it’s 4 below

Another discouraged brotha hustlin' cause of that choreo

Another hood rat tryna trap a nigga at the Maury show

Seems bugged but that’s the world we know

Sometimes I sit and reflect, and I can’t remember

How many times I was supposed to be a gang member

But wasn’t takin' orders from someone of the same gender

The point guard with the big niggas that played center

Shot called it, I pop all you

My nigga you was on them blocks order

Never put in work and got caught up

No more postin' with the Glocks on corners to pop 'em on yah

I transform the easy to hip-hop performer

We’re just thuggin' it out for you

We’re just thuggin' it out for you

We’re just thuggin' it out for you

We’re just thuggin' it out for you

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