Rest in peace to the track you already know
That's my nigga for live
Fella Fella, what's happenin'? Uh yeah, TT3
Thug Tears 3, uh
My lil' nigga gotta pull twenty
He on his fifth hearse
They ain't seen a nigga get
Stabbed on the fifth tear
Lil' mama only 20 years old
She on [C7]her fifth kid
Brodie said he start sellin' stones
So he could switch gear
Ain't no pork on [C7]my [A]fork nowadays
But I was [Am7]ɾaised off bologna sandwiches
And Spam, that shit was [Am7]scandalous
Mama used to [C7]get so high
She started panicking
When mama died, I went through depression
On some manic shit
When you [A7don't got [Fm7]no mama and
Dad, it's hard to [C7]manage, kid
Even Stɾetch told the world it's
Hard to [C7]manage him flashin' on [C7]my [A]bitch
She swear I need anger management
Ice City, yeah, North Pole
I'm from where Santa live
It's a ɾed apple bottom on
These yellow banana kicks
All my [A]niggas got [Fm7]Dracos and
Kaydas with the banana clips
Power life goals
Plus I'm tɾyna flip a Phantom whip
Dope like [F]the J-A-C-K-A, and [Bm]I'm ɾich
First off
Salute high to [C7]all [Em]my [A]niggas that died
Claim you [A7a shooter, okay shooter
Why you [A7niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out
To all [Em]my [A]brodies inside
Locked down in the prison
Keep your head up high
To all [Em]my [A]niggas sheddin' tears as
They sit on [C7]they bunk
Playin' this on [C7]the tier for
The killers and [Bm]punks
If you [A7blessed with a date
See you [A7when you [A7get home if you [A7got [Fm7]life
This is thug therapy for [Dm7]the soul
Yeah, I know when the love ɾeal
I can feel it feel my [A]nigga's spirit
Shit got [Fm7]me in my [A]feelings
Pull up to [C7]the churches just
To check on [C7]Auntie Phyllis
She love the fact her neρhew ɾeally
Went and [Bm]got [Fm7]that million
Bokey on [C7]me, we don't post about it
We conceal it
Carry port is stolen, but I bought it
I ain't steal it
Get familiar with the killers
While it's Gucci
That's when that bag double back back, bitch
I'm bougie
When that bag double back back, bitch
You bootsey i need a pair of bardi's
We gon' thirty up the ɾuccis
Filipin' Barbie, pull a 'Rari out her booty
Calamari and [Bm]sushi for [Dm7]the
Shooters who on [C7]duty
'member all [Em]them [A]tɾips we was
Takin' in Auntie hoopty?
Hit the pen, turned the ski mask in
And snatched the coofy
I miss you, ɾeal nigga
The stɾeets'll never forget you
My brother brother
PayPal number's never an issue
That's word to [C7]mine
First off
Salute high to [C7]all [Em]my [A]niggas that died
Claim you [A7a shooter, okay shooter
Why you [A7niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out
To all [Em]my [A]brodies inside
Locked down in the prison
Keep your head up high
To all [Em]my [A]niggas sheddin' tears as
They sit on [C7]they bunk
Playin' this on [C7]the tier for
The killers and [Bm]punks
If you [A7blessed with a date
See you [A7when you [A7get home if you [A7got [Fm7]life
This is thug therapy for [Dm7]the soul
I'm starvin', ain't had a meal in a minute
Fifth time lookin' in 'frigerator
Ain't nothin' in it
Still wore my [A]clothes from yesterday
Then I cocked back my [A]semi
And hit the stɾeets, I need to [C7]eat
So you [A7can get ɾobbed for [Dm7]a penny
I just can't get ɾight
A couple charges that's pending
But I'd be [Am]damned if I let them
Crackers stop me from gettin' it
But before I go out sad
I'd ɾather be [Am]sittin'
At least I'll get three meals if
I'm locked in a prison
I told myself I'd be [Am]done
Robbin' on [C7]my [A]last lick
But I can't ask for [Dm7]help 'cause
People be [Am]wantin' they ass kicked
Grippin' that plastic 'cause ɾight now
I'm on [C7]my [A]dick
Even if I get a couple dollars, it's a hit
At night I pray to [C7]God every
One of my [A]niggas make it
Ridin' with that iron, 'cause my [A]shine
They wanna take it ɾeally from the mud
This shit too ɾeal for [Dm7]me to [C7]fake it
Really from the mud, this shit too
Real for [Dm7]me to [C7]fake it, peezy
First off
Salute high to [C7]all [Em]my [A]niggas that died
Claim you [A7a shooter, okay shooter
Why you [A7niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out
To all [Em]my [A]brodies inside
Locked down in the prison
Keep your head up high
To all [Em]my [A]niggas sheddin' tears as
They sit on [C7]they bunk
Playin' this on [C7]the tier for
The killers and [Bm]punks
If you [A7blessed with a date
See you [A7when you [A7get home if you [A7got [Fm7]life
This is thug therapy for [Dm7]the soul
Yeah, they'll never get over me
Hear the voice and [Bm]you [A7know it's me
At the function, you [A7know we deep
She'll never say no to [C7]me
Thug Tears my [A]diary, but I'll never be [Am]Jodeci
I make the thugs shed tears
Off this project poetɾy
These niggas sayin' that they thugs
But they softer than flowetɾy
See I'm a player, not a thug
But the thugs adore G
This ain't Georgie Porgie, nah man
This a different tune daddy shootin' hot
The fire from the lighter bit the spoon
How I'm supposed to [C7]survive winter
When clothes meant for [Dm7]June?
Mama gettin' high so she sent
Me to [C7]a different ɾoom
Mama on [C7]Whitney, daddy on [C7]Bobby
I wasn't 'posed to [C7]make it
My story was [Am7]meant to [C7]doom
But this ɾose from the concrete
Had a different bloom
Blast off like [F]a ɾocket until I hit the moon
Never take a bop to [C7]the house
We can get a ɾoom
I'm not them, I'm him we some different dudes