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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 LyricsI'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] From Lyrics Mania