Thug Song

[Verse 1: Future]

Livin' in the streets, takin’ chances every day

My people hit the spot, my dawg go to trial today

In the plug, they give his ass thirty years straight

One of the goonies got ninety-nine for that murder case

Keep that strap and that tooly, 'cause I know it ain't safe

Smokin’ on Kush, tryna make that pain go away

Throwin' money, can see the tears fallin' from my face

Throwin' money, it's like the tears fallin' down my face

Couldn't see it comin' down my eye, so I had to let the money fly

Couldn’t see it comin’ down my eye, so I had to make the money cry

[Chorus: Tasha Catour]

And this the thug song, we had touch from above

We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

[Verse 2: Rocko]

Trappin with the gang, runnin up that green

Where I don’t pay gold, so you know I took a chance

I done stacked a couple M's, I done lost a couple friends

But I don't give a damn, I swear, I'd do it all again

I done sold a couple drugs, finessed a couple plugs

My nigga asked me if I care, I said, "I don’t give a fuck"

I done bust a couple moves, I bust a couple tools

Ain't shit changed, find me, I'ma bust at you

Pay cash for all my cars, done fucked all of the stars

Who woulda thought a trap boy make it this far?

The hood on my back, the streets show me love

Shout out to all my thug, I do this shit for us

[Chorus: Tasha Catour]

And this the thug song, we had touch from above

We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

[Verse 3: Future]

Let's toast it up for all my thugs on they way back home

Let's toast it up for all my thugs, my people dead and gone

I wish my nigga Loco was right here to hear my song

I got blood, sweat, and tears inside my tone

If I never got to mention, I'm proud of me

I get more money than a student with a college degree

I pop out, like it's water, and it's starin' to me

My La Familia is deep, you can never see me

I keep designers on my face, 'cause I stay as high as can be

I got some real bad nerves, and I still'll serve

We roll the dice and shake 'em up, and let 'em go off the curb

This for them lil' Mexico niggas, [?]

[Chorus: Tasha Catour]

And this the thug song, we had touch from above

We one the come up now, and it's a new day now, hey

And this the thug song, and this the thug song

And this the thug song, and this the thug song