Still Be Homies

Yeah-yeah, uh

Forever fucking with my homies

I swear I'm, forever fucking with my homies

Shit, my niggas here right now, matter-fact

Thirst, thirst, Thirst 48, uh

Okay, back when I was off, had my back to all my flaws

Rather backed into a corner just from backing up my dogs, uh

Shit, them still my niggas, I never show no doubt

Never picking on my clique 'cause niggas understand this route

Throwing out this message, I'm hoping that y'all catch it

Fuck with niggas when they loyal, even times when they get desperate

My niggas extra,

but some got cut off in a nigga path, them niggas trash

If they ain't growing with you, cut they midget ass, that's real shit

We like 50 niggas deep (?), uh

I'm just praying one of you fuck niggas don't trip

'Cause we accustomed to the thugging, we ain't budging

Niggas dumping at the function for the fact that they ain't want it

We like "fuck it though"'cause what the fuck is going on out here?

What the fuck these niggas doing out here?

This shit crazy how your main homie probably wanna switch up

You think your enemy gon' pop and now he tryna clique up

That shit weak

Never acting phony

Even when I'm outchere on my motherfucking lonely

Forever fucking with my homies

They asking why I'm loyal

Probably 'cause you never seen my motherfucking soil

Forever fucking with my homies

Screaming 'til my breath sold

Lil nigga, them still blessed though (?)

Forever fucking with my homies

Huh, yeah, uh, I swear I'm

Forever fucking with my homies

(When I'm saying "thug," I mean, not "criminal,

" not someone that's gonna beat you over the head.

I mean the underdog.

The person that had nothing and succeeds—he's a thug, '

cause he overcame all obstacles.

It doesn't have anything to do with the dictionary's version of

"thug." To me, "thug" is my pride.

Not being someone that goes against the law,

not being someone that takes,

but being someone that has nothing and that—even though I have

nothing and there's no home for me to go to,

my head is up high. My chest is out,

I walk tall, I talk loud—I'm being strong.)

Beat Switch

I'ma still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging

I'ma still be, yeah

R.I.P. Gotti, R.I.P. Manny, R.I.P. Sav (?)

R.I.P. Not(?)

Still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging

Uh, shit, hoo!

Fuck is this shit? This what my thugging'll get

I seen a nigga get punched for his kicks

He got punched in his lip, tryna fuck with his bitch

I was looking like, "Man!" Block full of stress

Blink (?) at the spot on the left

I passed him the blunt, then he dipped it in lean

When I walked in the house he got shot in the neck

I was looking like, "Damn!" Now I'm worried for the homie

Yeah I'm worried for the homie, shit!

You know the cops finna really take they sweet-ass time

They don't worry for the homie

I be feeling like "Damn!" Hoo, and the day I got popped

Couldn't even call my pops, I was right back on the block

Standing outside the door, like, "Who tryna get knocked?"

Knock! Knock! Hoo!

I'ma make a hundred mil one day

Bet I still be thugging

Hoo! They could throw a hundred years my way

Bet I still be thugging

Damn! Ain't no fake shit around my way

I'ma still be thugging

Man, I'ma still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging

I'ma still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging

Thug Life, uh

I'ma still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging

Thug Life, uh

I'ma still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging

Yeah, hoo

I'ma still be, yeah, I'ma still be thugging

I'ma still be thugging, I'ma still be thugging