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yfn lucci - thug holiday lyrics
[intro: dj bigga rankin]
real n_gga radio (dj lavish lee, it’s budda beats)
the good thing about bein’ counted out and left for dead
they never see you comin’
regardless of what you goin’ through, young brother
remember, bad days always a promise that better days is around the corner
[chorus: yfn lucci]
i got some n_ggas doin’ time, got some n_ggas slangin’ 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 waitin’ on the visits
free all them n_ggas in prison, i wouldn’t wish that on my enemy
and all of my thugs in the ghetto (woah), jealous
keep grindin’, you gon’ get it, n0body gotta see your vision
[verse 1: yfn lucci]
this for them thug n_ggas in the street (street), can’t go nowhere without the heat (the heat)
and he ain’t playin’ no games, load that b_tch 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 sleepin’ (uh_uh)
and lately he been doin’ 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, b_tch, what the f_ck i need to rest for?
bust that boy up, he ain’t die, lil’ unlucky, but he blessed, though (you blessed)
f_ck the police, i ain’t talkin’, put me in the room, i got strep throat (d_mn)
i ain’t have no money for a pistol, i had to rob a n_gga with a fake gun (get ’em)
bought a pistol, got caught with it, said “f_ck bail”, now i’m on the run (run)
give a f_ck if you a lil’ older, in these streets you gon’ be my son (for real)
get your money up, ’cause when you beefin’ with no money, ain’t no fun
[chorus: yfn lucci]
i got some n_ggas doin’ time, got some n_ggas slangin’ 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 waitin’ on the visits
free all them n_ggas in prison, i wouldn’t wish that on my enemy
and all of my thugs in the ghetto (woah), jealous
keep grindin’, you gon’ get it, n0body gotta see your vision
[verse 2: omb peezy]
okay, my young n_gga don’t smoke, but he keep a smoke pole, huh
big bro still smokin’ and he on parole
i used to hate my grandma house, that sh_t 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
chasin’ so much paper that my leg broke, yeah, uh
trappin’ and finessin’ off a earphone, uh
ayy, finger_f_ck that money, treat it like a redbone
n_gga play, i’ll put his name on a headstone
[chorus: yfn lucci]
i got some n_ggas doin’ time, got some n_ggas slangin’ 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 waitin’ on the visits
free all them n_ggas in prison, i wouldn’t wish that on my enemy
and all of my thugs in the ghetto (woah), jealous
keep grindin’, you gon’ get it, n0body gotta see your vision, yeah
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