Thug Life - 21 Savage

Scrape the corner, buy a Rover

Crack inside my grandma’s sofa

Sunday, family coming over

Move the crack behind the toaster

Carry pistols with no holsters

Trying not to be a poster

You was listening to your coaches

I was listening to the vultures

And I slept with rats and roaches

That’s why I don’t smoke no roaches

Niggas tryna knock my focus

Wonder why I’m sippin' potion

We happy, dog but we ain’t joking

Big bullets, we ain’t poking

In that pussy, slow motion

Nigga, ain’t none of my songs wrote

I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you

Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you

If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you

Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’a trust you

Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do

Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you

Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through

Gang, gang, screaming «fuck you,» they want to eat you

My son got asthma, grandma having spasms

Fuck the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter

Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle

(That fuck nigga gone flop man

21 ain’t even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)

We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain’t beefin' over freak ho’s

I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo

That nigga think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo

30-round hangin' out the big Glock

Nigga, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops

You a lil' kid and I’m a big dog

Nigga, when we pullin' up the sticks out

Too much money got 'em pissed off

Nigga, I’ma pull up at yo bitch house

Fuck a niggas bitch to get a kick out it

Nigga pop percs, 'gone get a kick out it

Drinking on syrup with my dick out

Glock-17 with the dick out

I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you

Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you

If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you

Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

All my tint presidential, like I’m Trump, dawg

Secret service shooters, leave 'em niggas slumped, dawg

Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg

Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg

Made man stamped, I got «21» stamped

In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count

I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a lamp

You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a tramp

They kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house

We 'bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck 'yo count

19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp

Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ

Nigga, we ain’t takin' no deals

Lil nigga we ain’t snitchin', we ain’t making no sound

Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd

Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud

I remember rainy days but now she like the sound

I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you

Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you

If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you

Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you

Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do

Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you

Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through

Gang, gang, screaming «Fuck you, they want to eat you»