| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I lost some niggas to the streets so I’m slidin' for them |
| I’m feelin' lonely in this world who can I call to depend? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Uh, a young nigga keep a stick, clip long like a limb |
| I lost some niggas to these streets, so I’m slidin' for them |
| I’m feelin' lonely in this world, who can I call to depend? |
| And I just caught another opp, Lord I’m sorry again |
| I know I said if I get through it, wouldn’t do it again |
| But my uncle died next, I had to lose it again |
| Tryna play this game of life, will I lose it or win? |
| Will you forgive me for my sins if I do it again? |
| Know some niggas want me dead |
| So they plottin' on my death |
| Pistol by my side, on my right and my left |
| Had a dream that I died and she cried 'til I left |
| Know it’s hard to do right but I’m tryin' my best |
| Deep in these streets how I’m livin' |
| Sometimes I slip in my feelin’s |
| Like, will I make it to 20? Or end up dead or in prison |
| I hope it’s better in heaven, 'cause here on Earth ain’t livin' |
| How the police gon' protect us, when they the ones that be killin' |
| So I ain’t puttin' up my hands 'less I’m slappin a nigga |
| I been slidin' through the North tryna catch me a nigga |
| They ain’t doin' no drills, got me back in the field |
| Got my AR filled, and I just signed a deal |
| D-boy pass the Heem, team got me ripped |
| G actin' a ass tryna cop another fit |
| I’m gone off 8 'woods, cookie and gelato |
| And I wish a nigga would put his lips up on this bottle |
| They tellin' me slow down, but for what? |
| My mind already made, my life already fucked |
| The police pull me over, the Glock already tucked |
| This choppa got my heart, did a skit and fell in love |
| And I, don’t wanna be alone |
| Tell baby that I love her, I hope I make it home |
| Uh, don’t wanna be alone |
| I know that it ain’t right, I know I’m livin' wrong |
| But fuck it, I’m thuggin' |
| Cold hearted, give a fuck about nothin' |
| But fuck it, I’m thuggin' |
| And if you see me and it’s on me then I’m clutchin' |
| It was, 8 o’clock up on the dot |
| Slidin' on another mission, tryna catch anotha opp |
| It was, me, Tutu and lil' Sheik |
| Three deep, tryna put another opp 6 feet |
| Give a fuck where you from, niggas knowin' how we comin' |
| Straight up out the North, I’m a wild ass youngin' |
| Wear the green beam on yo' back just for runnin' |
| You can’t run from everything and you will never see me runnin' |
| Nigga, you can’t run from my Glock |
| Especially, when it’s 33 shots |
| Feel it’s close to the end but I’m hopin' that it’s not |
| I know death around the corner |
| I know karma is a thot |
| D-boy pass the Heem, team got me ripped |
| G actin' a ass tryna cop another fit |
| I’m gone off 8 'woods, cookie and gelato |
| And I wish a nigga would put his lips up on this bottle |
| They tellin' me slow down, but for what? |
| My mind already made, my life already fucked |
| The police pull me over, the Glock already tucked |
| This choppa got my heart, did a skit and fell in love |
| And I don’t wanna be alone |
| Tell baby that I love her, I hope I make it home |
| Yeah, I don’t wanna be alone |
| I know that it ain’t right, I know I’m livin' wrong |
| But fuck it, I’m thuggin' (uh, uh) |
| But fuck it, I’m thuggin' |