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letra de life of a thug - moneysign suede

when i was sitting in that cell, you wasn’t seeing me
i loved you but that sh-t is now just history
you said you hate me but i know deep down you missin’ me
ain’t in my feelings but i know you n—-s feeling me
lost child from the 6, b-tch don’t intervene
i know these n—-s wanna k!ll me, that’s just jealousy
ain’t gotta tell me, seen it coming, know they envying me
n—-s that i call brothers turned to enemies

i’m getting money, i don’t care about your comments
everything i step on, i got racks in my robins
these n—-s rapper rappers, n—-s don’t be robbin’
i’m from the city full of people that be actin’ like robin
if i gеt busted again, is you gon’ visit?
i heard when i was in you was dissin’
ay, mе and lil’ peysoh big trippin’
pull up on a n—a, all of the sudden he was [?]

the way my [?]
if feel just like some therapy
high off gun powder, suicide before they bury me
if sh-t go left, is you gon’ be there for me mentally?
trauma got me feeling sick, and baby girl you was my remedy
i ain’t good with feelings so just listen to this melody
went from straight f’s and ditching class to a celebrity
remembering stressin’ out, and abusing h-lla ecstasy
now a n—a up, and i mean that sh-t humbly
i know where you at, and i know just how you feel
i was once there too, but i said nah and hit the field
watch how far you put your feet up n—a
told this sh-t get real
went from just tryna pass and know you waiting for a po
that’s the life of a thug
you just gotta roll the dice
give it it up, you said nah
now you fighting for your life
was that chain really worth it?
i know them bullets burn
died for a couple bands n—a
what a waste of sperm
i was just talkin’ to my n—a
ain’t easy thuggin’ like that
n—-s don’t got straps
n—-s ain’t really got no racks
i like that i’m ambitious and i’m tryna make some stacks
i was born for this sh-t, i would’ve still made it without racks
heard these n—-s want me dead, why they taking so long?
i been waiting on these n—-s so i can put em in a song
i should prolly sit back with the bullsh-t, i got fans now
but i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m still sliding with my strap out
n—a like me, i ain’t ever got a f-cking handout
a n—a poppin’, she gon’ wanna put her pants down
she used to hate me, used to curve me, she a fan now
they ain’t never thought $uede would stand out
dead homies, you ain’t even got now dead homies
so why you say that like you do?
you a lame brodie
i’m a ignorant lil’ n—a, i’ll f-ck your main shortie
keep it a secret, that’s what your main told me
“keep it a secret, don’t let my n—a know”
but did i tell you that it’s a secret that i f-cked your hoe?
sorry that she fell in love with it, she love my strokes
every time i was doing bad, she come back for more
she come back for more cause d-mn i be going deep
before you go and cuff a b-tch, boy you better think
you gon’ waste all that time just for her to leave
she gon’ see me doing better, she gon’ want to cheat

- moneysign suede

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