(Yea!) We all bleed the same blood
(Yea!) And we beat on the same drug
(Yea!) It's not about where you're at

(Yea!) It's about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thuggin' to the day I die


Wait up in Atlantic, told 'em let me go
Smack my air and all and grab him by his throat
Playing with my life and get you yellow taped

Runnin' in and out the chugs like I'm a yellow mace
All black fleet like when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at your building like Osama living

$#&@ 'em alls but I'm screaming from the Mazzy seat
How I cross them hardcore like it's flamin' greek
Dig deep, feelin' pain in my homie's face

And only then you understand why my homies bad
Stapped up, this is S $#&@in' damn ^!$$%
Gun boys be like they know it's a real ^!$$%

Man bus bleed the same blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the same thugs
Never fear, just know that I'mma ride for ya

All black Bentley, welcome to my mafia

(Yea!) We all bleed the same blood

(Yea!) And we beat on the same drug
(Yea!) It's not about where you're at
(Yea!) It's about where you come from

And I'mma keep on thuggin' to the day I die
I gotta tell somebody else


I'm passionate about keepin' this money
Hand on the nose that be plottin' on takin' it from me
Some of these ^!$$%s forget I be makin' it funny

We're pendin' like my fingers rotted and paper come blooded
In case you ain't knowin' we backed out my ^!$$% in the country
Until I make these ^!$$%s black with the strength of a monkey

Then let's see I'm the boss, (*##$ address me as Mr.
The feelings you told to me you get at the Bellavista
We move in silence, (*##$ you'd better whisper

It's sizzle the street but they heat until they hella blister
So much bottles, got 'em for every drinker
So much head, I be callin' mammy a happy thinker

Victorious like a ^!$$% conquered another nation
Buyin' bottles and drinkin' to drown the sufferation
You give a $#&@ about your plan, watch how I handle that

If it ain't YMCMB conglomerate, cancel that

(Yea!) We all bleed the same blood

(Yea!) And we beat on the same drug
(Yea!) It's not about where you're at
(Yea!) It's about where you come from

And I'mma keep on thuggin' to the day I die
I gotta tell somebody else


So inspirin' when a ^!$$% doubt me
Look around and see how ^!$$%s try to count me out
Only if ^!$$%s stepped in my shoes and took a walk

And thought of %#@! I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm like a (*##$'s blouse on a clothes line
Am cheating how I stumbled on another gold mine

While I'm gracin' what God be having for me
You can never stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me