Thuggin’ (feat. Harry Fraud)

I admit I got some bad habits
Never been afraid to get out here and take a stab at it
Sixty in the love seat, eighty in the sofa cushion
Quarter in the closet, half a ticket in my Craftmatic
Been betrayed by those I never thought would backstab me
Fresh out the hole in the county eatin' bag nasty
Sold my soul to the house from the strip
Thinkin', when if I get out, will I quit? All this shit I was goin' through
Should have listened when they told me to go to school
Knowin' that I couldn't quit if I wanted to (I can't)
Addicted to drug money, immune to the fast livin'
My funeral past due, I pray for my past victims
If shoe was on the other foot, what would you have did then?
Swali died the only day that he ain't have his strig with him
Chopper got to bustin' though his back, through his stomach
Them the cons and repercussions of your actions when you thuggin'

Runnin' careless with the rebels, shawty quick to up it (Uh-huh)
Livin' fearless in the ghetto, loyal to his brothers
All them tears that we've been sheddin' on them corners we was huggin'
Now it's carats in the bezel (Yeah), pointers on me bustin' (Bustin')
We know you from runnin' errands, they know me from thuggin'
If they narrated my life, would be The Story of a Hustler (Uh-huh)
Moral of the story, all them corners we was cuttin'
Now it's carats in the bezel, pointers on me bustin'

Can't even focus on no bitch, I got too many vices
Can't get pulled over in this whip, only suspended license (I'm out)
Shot a bag through the mountains, we be really hikin'
Still smashin' pumpkins, niggas still cashin' fifty-slices (Yeah)
Never bad-mouthin' 'til I seened that shit in writin'
Still pill-stashin', niggas still clashin' with the titans
Savage lifin', tryna rack me up an M. Bison
Brodie got indicted, touchin' more keys than a Triton (Ayy)
Catch him revvin' in the tint, finna paint it orange
Half brickie, smash it with the rizzy, cut it with the dorms (Smack it down)
Bust diddy Rolo, buffs genuine horn
Stick like a pogo, I get to bouncin' like a porn (Bouncin' out)
There's a thin line between love and dick-suckin' (Grrt)
Was that the fire from the drum or my wrist bustin'? (Uh)
Not the one to bench-press, we be bunny-jumpin' (Let's get it)
I turn that swine princess into a ugly duckling

Runnin' careless with the rebels, shawty quick to up it (Uh-huh)
Livin' fearless in the ghetto, loyal to his brothers
All them tears that we've been sheddin' on them corners we was huggin'
Now it's carats in the bezel (Yeah), pointers on me bustin' (Bustin')
We know you from runnin' errands, they know me from thuggin'
If they narrated my life, would be The Story of a Hustler (Uh-huh)
Moral of the story, all them corners we was cuttin'
Now it's carats in the bezel, pointers on me bustin'