S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Life Of A Thug Nigga lyrics

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(feat. Big Boom)

[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 x2]

This is the life of a thug nigga, to make a lil' change

This is the life of a thug nigga, to go and get it mayn

This is the life of a thug nigga, to go against the grain

This is the life of a thug nigga, 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 cocked, living life of a hard knock

Don't rest, the plex I gotta get off of my chest

Don't need these hating ass niggaz, keeping me stressed

I'm a thug nigga, I feel it all in my veins

Therefor I grind to get mine, and stack a lil' change

Cap peeler nigga, L-I-L-B behind the trigga

When you disrespect my family, or touch a nigga scrilla

Leave stains on niggaz 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 nigga 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 assumed if I'm getting paid, fuck an education

Cause slanging that dope on the block, will be my occupation

Motherfuck school, I always did hate the shit

Recognized the lies, that's why I never graduated

Young nigga 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 bitch, and play them cards you was dealt

[Hook x2]

[Trae]

Living block to block on them corners, strapped up we clicked up

You act up we clack up, and niggaz get clapped up

I'm a goner, lately I feel death 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 niggaz I'm wit be shady, and deep down they prolly wanna spray me

But they better think again, trying to give a nigga like me the blues

Paying dues is what I do, from a thug nigga down to you

[Hook x2]