S.L.A.B. - Life Of A Thug n***a lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' Putting it down with Big Business We gon thug it on this one Young Trae uh (Hook - 2x) This is the life of a thug n***a, to make a lil' change This is the life of a thug n***a, to go and get it mayn This is the life of a thug n***a, to go against the grain This is the life of a thug n***a, that's raw and untamed (Lil B) This is the life of a thug, that shoots slugs mean mug Beat the block and some scrubs, don't need no kisses or hugs Done graduated from bleeding blocks, to moving bird flocks And keeping my heat co*ked, living life of a hard knock Don't rest, the plex I gotta get off of my chest Don't need these hating a** n***az, keeping me stressed I'm a thug n***a, I feel it all in my veins Therefor I grind to get mine, and stack a lil' change Cap peeler n***a, L-I-L-B behind the trigga When you disrespect my family, or touch a n***a scrilla Leave stains on n***az brains, when thangs be looking strange I'm thoed and insane, this the life of a thug mayn (Big Boom) And the game that I'm playing, making money is my main thang Hanging on the corners with my partnas, where we slang caine Born in the projects, and a n***a gang bang Ran with the hustlers, so you know I learned to slang thangs Got me a dope sack, that's where the money's at Back then before I sold crack, I sold powder packs Hundred dollas for a graham, load that up in your spoon Shoot that up in your veins, and get you higher than the moon And I a**umed if I'm getting paid, f** an education Cause slanging that dope on the block, will be my occupation Motherf** school, I always did hate the sh** Recognized the lies, that's why I never graduated Young n***a lost in the sauce, on them dark streets Down to do the dirt, put in work in a heart beat Menace to society, kicking it with them bigger G's And listened to them lie to me, telling me that's how to be Get it out your mind being a doctor, or a lawyer Cause America's, not a equal opportunity employer And if you want that wealth, you need to make it for yourself And stop crying like a b**h, and play them cards you was dealt (Hook - 2x) (Trae) Living block to block on them corners, strapped up we clicked up You act up we clack up, and n***az get clapped up I'm a goner, lately I feel d**h hanging on my shoulder Till it's over, I ain't fin to be stopped, I got to get out this corner Living like I'm in a coma, the same thang everyday All day it never change, stuck in the game going insane Baking soda in the kitchen, I'm itching trying to fly my chickens Full speed, and I know I don't wanna be lost in no prison system Cause jail'll run me crazy, thinking about my gal and her baby Knowin them n***az I'm wit be shady, and deep down they prolly wanna spray me But they better think again, trying to give a n***a like me the blues Paying dues is what I do, from a thug n***a down to you (Hook - 2x)