Yeah, let's fuckin' ride
On my real motherfuckin' street troopers' road
Now the world is politic and government is always stickin'
Switchin' rules and regulations, confusing entire nations
America, the home of the free and brave
Only 18 years of age, off to war with grenades
There's reality, the streets of United States
Where the devil lurks about, starting religious debates
But my opinion spreads like an epidemic
Keep writing and reciting, music's my academics
Just learning, no technology, model's quotes
Making major mistakes, like building Titanic boats
My lyrics echo, echo lyrics, what?
Brown against brown, we're all united through these vines
Intertwining through sound, but my thuggin'
Keep me sluggin' over Tom Shack Duncan
Model's bumpin', still puffin', enemy face lumpin'
My thug life, model ways to spades
Back up in the fuckin' house, who my dog?
Big fat
It's just that thug life that us fools be fuckin' livin'
And *, you best believe
My low-mac thug livin', I'll never quit
I'm Martin Griffin on my nine-million lead
Plus an extra clip
So if you think you got what it takes
Then try to kick off some *
Wash his house, sporting gloves while bustin' slugs
Wearin' my ski mask when I blast, just a thug
Addicted to evil, wicked activities
Puttin' these busters and bitches snitches
On their knees, packin' nine-milli-glocks
AKs, woodin' for beams
Playin' for keeps, crime scenes
It's what I'm flein'
Lifelong thugs, my low-mac seldom seen
I.E. Riverside and riders formin' all-star teams
Human beings, strugglin' and stressin'
Society is always testin' shotgun
Triggers pressin', leavin' enemies
Guessin' Ohio, tourists restin'
Bulletproof vests, investin' weed
Food straight checkin', microphones always reckon
*, feelin' the pain of my double-barrel buck
Also feelin' my pain without my son
Life sucks, so watch me *** my cold pistol
Pull the hammer back and pull it
My low-mac, a valet, homie, you know I do it
It's just that thug life at us
Who's be fuckin' livin' in *
You best believe my low-mac thug livin'
I'll never quit
I'm offin' Griffin on my nine-milli
Plus an extra clip
So if you think you got what it takes
Then try to kick off some *
I just wanna let you know how I roll
And how * goes
And how I'm in the rappin' game to watch it unfold
Cause once time gets cold, I'm bold and start to mold
Another one, I'm out
A lifelong thug who's barely 12 years old
At the same time, he's learnin' division in times tables
Learnin' how to clean up traps, must never tell fables
Disconnectin' enemies like fuckin' cable
Install warrior hearts
Let them know that they're able to get by
In this wicked world today
That's why they're suited up with best shotguns in they caves
It's how I play, everyday, Monday through Sunday
Havin' sympathy from seventh of mansion, no longer heaven
Blastin' off a quick 11, getting high, soldiers steppin'
That's right, lace your motherfuckin' boots up
Let's do this *
Load up your motherfuckin' gauges
* this world
Let's go out blastin'
It's just that thug life at us
Who's be fuckin' livin' in *
You best believe
My low-mac thug livin'
I'll never quit
I'm optin' Griffin
On my non-medley
Plus an extra clip
So if you think you got what it takes
Then try to kick off some *
It's just that thug life at us
Who's be fuckin' livin' in *
You best believe
My low-mac thug livin'
I'll never quit
I'm optin' Griffin
On my non-medley
Plus an extra clip
So if you think you got what it takes
Then try to kick off some *