Thug For It

(album: The Port Of San Francisco - 2019)

It's 10: 30 in the morning
Sunday, March 31st
San Francisco, California
Just had to document that
Let's go

I'm back, feeling motivated (I'm back, feeling motivated)
Fuck fame, lil' nigga, let's play a money game (Off top)
Fuck is clout, nigga? (Fuck is clout, bitch ass nigga?)
These niggas credit card fraud, I'm a hustler, man (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I believe in miracles (I believe in miracles, baby)
But I still grind like Tony Hawk in '98, my money straight
Dedication (Dedication, keep going, nigga)
Talking numbers with the bitch (Yeah), Mastro's reservation
Add me up, player shit (Player shit, yeah)
Playing basketball in my building with straight techies and shit (Techies and shit)
I like 'em low-key (Low-key)
If I bring you to my crib, baby, don't be taking pictures and shit
What's the deal, love? (What's the deal?)
I've been peeping your Instagram and seen that you been yourself, love
You just need a plan, baby (Tap in), check
I can be your motivation, baby (Check, quit playin')

They don't make 'em like me no more, I'm real real player with it
Count a hundred thousand, go and eat with my lady friend
Valet the whip, orange guts, this that custom shit (Off top)
That money just hit a little different when you thug for it
So long (Yeah, check)
That money just hit a little different when you thug for it
I been in this game so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check)
So long
(I can shed a tear on this motherfucking beat
It's been a long time comin')
I been in this game so long
(Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though
Check it out, yeah yeah, uh)

I need this fish tank in my living room vibes
You left me at my lowest, baby, I can't even lie
But it's always love, you went hard for the kid
But whoever would've thought you'd fall in love with a trick? (Goddamn)
Creating paradise with these flows, stay on my toes
Going hard 'til a nigga get that Rolls, after that I hustle more
They looked down, I got stronger
I'm a motherfucking beast, it ain't shit that can hold me
On this road by my lonely, even family turned on me
Got this blamming thing on me, so I wish a nigga would
Bounced out looking clean, make sure the 'fit good
With this pineapple smoothie, bitch, you know I taste good

They don't make 'em like me no more, I'm real real player with it
Count a hundred thousand, go and eat with my lady friend
Valet the whip, orange guts, this that custom shit (Off top)
That money just hit a little different when you thug for it
So long (Yeah, check)
That money just hit a little different when you thug for it
I been in this game so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check)
So long
(I can shed a tear on this motherfucking beat
It's been a long time comin')
I been in this game so long
(Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though)