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letra de the thug song ft. skizz - bryce vine

rappers be like new whips, two chains, big house, more fame
money, power, cash, hoes, dripping swag and puffing dro
and i’m just like, “can i get some gas and a burrito bowl?”
cash to pay that extra price to add some f-cking guacomo–

in it i admit it i ain’t rich but i’ve been chilling
easy living, riding shotty in my honda civic
i’m balling on a budget i’ve been thugging using benefits
trigger happy n-gg-s playing too much sega genesis
wow

like lemmings we follow the crowd
reciting lines more recycled than merry-go-rounds, like
the beat is sick, but when i spit, i give it laryngitis
and when i talk, these women flock, i call them gallimimus
i just kind of wish that i could say that i hang with a gang
claimed that i’m strapped with an a.k. that goes bangity-bang-bang

slang bricks full of chronic and quality cocaine
but i’m shamed to say i got the brain of a nerdy asian kid
the f-ck am i supposed to rap about?
i hate math and adderall is the one thing that can calm me down – d-mn
-ssume illuminati is involved i heard there’s like a number you can call
i would tell ’em, yo…

[chorus]
i just want to be a thug
throw my hands up in the air and shoot a gun
but i’m not really cool
i just do what i do, cause
i just want to be a thug
on my own, here we go

i’m a black and white american
a halfrican american
a shade that baffles scholars on the roots of family heritage
too black to get a skin tan, too white to not want it
too black to not start sweating when i see police coming
i’m on the brink of a sabbatical breaking free from the casual
finding my inner chi releasing a spirit animal

no f-ck that cus peaceful n-gg-s always be getting shot at
so here out i’m gonna bust rounds like i’m gunning for money and glory
there’s always one kid telling girls he’s a thug
how he’s squeezing on them pieces and selling them drugs
we went to the same school, why you trying to be tough
you ain’t a baller yous a b-tch, what you need is a hug

so let them ignore me
never believe in my story
women will never adore me
hardly in with all hollywood cool crowds – too hyper, normal and corny
d-mn, could use a couple lessons in my swag but maybe kids won’t think i’m such a f—fake

[chorus]

don’t get me wrong, i’m not a hating
just a little bit bitter i can’t talk about bad b-tches and liquor
i’m not the type of dude that can rhyme n-gg- with n-gg-
i barely remember roots and i was never into swishers
i’m so hippocratical
a vegan and a cannibal
scalene and equilateral
my brain just told me i should probably calm down and try to answer the question
“do you really like rap, or just crave the attention?”
i said…

[chorus x2]

- bryce vine

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