Natasha Walker & Thug Life - Bury Me a G

Thug Life

Thinkin' back
Reminiscing on my teens
A young G
Gettin' paid over dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that I make
Nigga, what's the sense of workin' hard
If you never get to play
I'm hustlin'
Stayin' out till it's dawn
And commin' home
At 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
Hand's on my glock
Eye's on the prize
Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
Shootin' craps
Bustin' niggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor
God bless the tree-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on Gin
With a couple of friends
Sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules is what made it simp
And if I die
Let it be
But when they come for me
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind
On my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind
On my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

More trouble than the average
Just made 25 and I'm livin' like a savage
Being a G ain't no easy thing
Cause you could fuck around get crossed
And get stuck in the game
And for the rest of your life you will sit and reminisce
Wonder why it had to end like this
And to the G's you can feel my pain
Till the motherfuckers gets born again

You thought I was a game kid
I'm not the nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
When I pull the trigger on my gauge
I'm on the rampage
Makin' runs for the devil
Ain't nothin' on my mind
Will get me in some trouble
I'm tryin to ride
No more loves
For me hard to figure
Get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that shit)
I gives a fuck nigga



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