Thug it Out

Allyuh watching people things and don't know what a man go through dawg You feel it's just so Fall back stack paper act broke I had to do without, I had to thug it out The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke I be running to the money, you just run your mouth Money over bitches, you know my code Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about And every gun I got, yes it's my own And if you don't want peace, we can slug it out I ain't eat for three days, tryna make money three ways It's in the game like EA, been selling weed since 3A Since high school, never smoked the shit but I sold Since high school, never trust a bitch on my soul Shit ain't changed, I just be getting better at it Hustle in my habit, 9 with the chip automatic I'm a money addict, the streets in Trini is drastic Can't wait to unds my 9 and give a nigga six feet like he collect shoes My shooters wanna kill for free, that's what respect do My jeweler fed up, see my face cause I collect Jewels I really made it from the bottom, what's your excuse Say what's your excuse? You got your hand out I put some diamonds in my chain so I could stand out Your girl see me and she scream cause she fanned out They think I'm lucky but I had this shit planned out Bitch I'm the man now, but I had to Fall back, stack paper, act broke I had to do without, I had to thug it out The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke I be running to the money, you just run your mouth Money over bitches, you know my code Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about And every gun I got, yes it's my own And if you don't want peace, we could slug it out Niggas see the shine but don't see the struggle Niggas see the diamonds but don't see the hustle Niggas think I'm sweet but don't see the muscle This 30 clip turn your big dog to a fossil I don't fight, I don't tussle You can keep the kung fu, I learn from Sun Tzu So I keep the gun cool, remember I had one shoe Now I got plenty pairs, plenty pain and plenty tears I rock my jewels anywhere, keep it real I ain't scared, dead in jail, I ain't there Thanking God for the air, sucker free, I ain't square On the block, I ain't there, in the bank, I ain't rare Lock me down, I'm a player, in Arima I'm the mayor Fall back, stack paper, Act broke I had to do without, I had to thug it out The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke I be running to the money, you just run your mouth I'm the type that gotta have my own I be running to the money, you just run your mouth I got to hustle for my own I be running to the money, you just run your mouth It ain't about milking off the next man