Cookin Soul - Thug Till It's Over lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Woody Harrelson in my swisher Sending 24 pounds to Virginia n***a hope you be movin' what I send ya Tearin' yo area then I'll be right back in ya Pop a few small towns, I bust 'em wide open Pop with the coppers I'm on the first thing smokin' Livin' the drug life, it got me West Coastin' Life is a pretty b**h that I f** with no trojan Go in her raw dog, bent back, the crack would pimp that Livin' neat, sleep in a dope house on the air mat Point blank range, his brains all on my air max Weak n***as, I took care of that, I'm aware of that Devil just sittin' on my shoulder Over the years, sold and grown much colder Father be with me, I'm sick of slangin' these boulders But I can't stop until I'm the king of these corners Thug 'til it's over [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Smokin' with my young mind k**in' through the night I hope I live to see the sunshine And when you n***as put me in the ground Let my headstone read "f** one time" Smokin' with my young mind k**in' through the night I hope I live to see the sunshine And when you n***as put me in the ground Let my headstone read "f** one time" [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] And I meant that n***as got me, now I gotta get some get back Got me chillin' where your children and your b**h at n***as thinkin' I ain't in the trench cause I spit raps I got family members smokin' base in the basement Gotta have my j**elry, cause my uncle might take it Shoot up the other side, them other f**ers fake it Blunt in rotation, I think my n***a just laced it Damn I'm straight wasted [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] x2