Know you can't help who you love baby And that's why God made all these thugs baby When you need someone to thug with ya That's why God made all these thug niggaz I don't need a pad or no muthafuckin' pencil I get in the booth and tell the truth, it help me vent too Label you a thug from what it was that we had went through For the ones dead I hold my head and we gone get through Gotta take a risk you on yo dick and they won't lift you You ain't on they mind unless you shining they forget you Giving thug love to all the ones who too official Giving thug love to all the ones who too official If shit was perfect bro wouldn't be serving soft all day I served everything except my purpose in them hallways The streets, cutting niggaz life's short but give 'em long days The streets, where we meet the false idols that we all praise At least, 10 niggaz in my city that my calls saved At least, 10 niggaz in my city that my dawgs sprayed Pitching for the A, cause round my way these niggaz all brave Spending all his time in over grinding, hope my dawg save It's apes killing apes, I guess that Bape told us the wrong thang I be giving bitches fake digits and the wrong name I ain't finna risk it boy that kitten get a dog slain Seen niggaz pretend and hit they closest friend from long range Penitentiary chances hoping life advances Whip the white and hope it dances so the price enhances For the foreign or a mansion niggaz swiping scamming For the formula and pampers I just might get savage Tryna micromanage So if some shit is big to me then I just might go Manning Throwing bullets under pressure I don't like no scrambling Stay in my pocket like these blues So how you like yo sandwich I'm getting bread, I'm getting cheese, and if they let us Put some chicken in the mix, I love this shit just like a fetish All them nights I had to fight all of my demons won't forget it And the day I'm finally able to get even won't regret it I don't need a pad or no muthafuckin' pencil I get in the booth and tell the truth, it help me vent too Label you a thug from what it was that we had went through For the ones dead I hold my head and we gone get through Gotta take a risk you on yo dick and they won't lift you You ain't on they mind unless you shining they forget you Giving thug love to all the ones who too official Giving thug love to all the ones who too official I don't need a pad or no muthafuckin' pencil I get in the booth and tell the truth, it help me vent too Label you a thug from what it was that we had went through For the ones dead I hold my head and we gone get through We gone get through We gone get through, Oou We gone get through, Oou Yeah yeah