Thug Holiday

(альбом: HIStory - 2019)

[DJ Bigga Rankin:]
Real nigga radio (DJ Lavish Lee, it's Budda Beats)
The good thing about being counted out and left for dead
They never see you coming
Regardless of what you going through, young brother
Remember, bad days always a promise that better days is around the corner

[YFN Lucci:]
I got some niggas doing time, got some niggas slanging iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waiting on the visits
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous
Keep grinding, you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision

This for them thug niggas in the street (Street), can't go nowhere without the heat (The heat)
And he ain't playing no games, load that bitch and bang it if they want the beef (Rrah)
Them computer games'll get you deleted, he ain't got that iron, he ain't sleeping (Uh-uh)
And lately he been doing bad, he ready to flash for the littlest reason
Got too many people in the ghetto (Ghetto), it's hard for me to let go (Let go)
I'll get all my sleep when I'm dead, bitch, what the fuck I need to rest for?
Bust that boy up, he ain't die, lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though (You blessed)
Fuck the police, I ain't talking, put me in the room, I got strep throat (Damn)
I ain't have no money for a pistol, I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun (Get 'em)
Bought a pistol, got caught with it, said "Fuck Bail", now I'm on the run (Run)
Give a fuck if you a lil' older, in these streets you gon' be my son (For real)
Get your money up, 'cause when you beefing with no money, ain't no fun

I got some niggas doing time, got some niggas slanging iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waiting on the visits
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous
Keep grinding, you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision

[OMB Peezy:]
Okay, my young nigga don't smoke, but he keep a smoke pole, huh
Big bro still smoking and he on parole
I used to hate my grandma house, that shit was full of roaches, hey
I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me
Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto
I had a dream that I was rich, I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke)
I swear, I shed so many tears I can't cry no more (Cry no more)
They gave lil' bro so many years he can't slide no more, uh
Chasing so much paper that my leg broke, yeah, uh
Trapping and finessing off a earphone, uh
Ayy, finger-fuck that money, treat it like a redbone
Nigga play, I'll put his name on a headstone

[YFN Lucci:]
I got some niggas doing time, got some niggas slanging iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waiting on the visits
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous
Keep grinding, you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision, yeah