Thug Tho lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Hook: Rafael Casal]
Feel like I'mma always be a thug tho (Thug tho)
Poor, white, and p*ssy on a barstool (Barstool)
My whole family, they all had it hard, too (They had it hard, too)
Yeah, we might get rich, but they don't love you (Don't love you)
The thug you (This thug you)

[Verse 1: Rafael Casal]
All of my rent is paid, I—I got my money made
Dr—Driving 'round with Diggs in a Cadillac they just f*ckin' gave
Might be a movie star, you'll wonder who we are
"How the hell they got a billboard? That's the kinda sh*t we kill for"
Pimp game like I'm Fillmore, sipping champagne at the Will-dorf
Bright streak on my bottom row
Crooked teeth, now designer gold
Oh, groovy me with my top button and I'm lookin' like a Beatle
Oh, I am a major player, you will recognize later
Very rare Don Cheadle (Ugh)
Livin' at the top of my limit, you better admit
That we top of the pyramid, I mean, who are you kiddin'?
Anybody willing to pretend
That we didn't just reinvent how to do it is f*ckin' losin' this inning
And I mean really what are we doin'
Comparing each other to one another
Like we ain't just some new money to people?
These rich motherf*ckers have no intention
Of ever letting a single one of us become illustrious, people
So cop the car, cop the chain, go full Gucci Mane
Know I love to (Know I love to)
Climb the ranks, wear the suit try to look cute like I'm supposed to
While I pin that, pen raps, tell a story, shoot balls, no Rapunzel
These hoes ain't lettin' down sh*t—that's why...
[Hook: Rafael Casal]
Feel like I'mma always be a thug tho (Thug tho)
Poor, white, and p*ssy on a barstool (Barstool)
My whole family, they all had it hard, too (They had it hard, too)
Yeah, we might get rich, but they don't love you (Don't love you)
The thug you (This thug you)

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]
Please, don't quote me the price, that ain't even a flex
Send that invoice to PJ, he writes all of my checks
I—I just got off a plane, Bora Bora and back
A year ago, I couldn't tell you where that was on a map, ha
Hollywood living, never thought I would be into it
But these bedposts are strip poles when my girl wants to get intimate
Got a fridge full of champagne, organic eggs now
Cashmere throw blankets here just to cover my legs now
And it ain't even cold, rocking no socks in my shoes
Rafa in Santa Monica with a fireplace up on the roof
But you better know I'm still on my Bay sh*t, really, like I never left it
Just got a few fewer boxes left on a very long checklist
And I can't escape the pain of those that came before
Aware I got a ways to go to change the course
For my family, and I'll be damned if I don't get to it
This club is calling me VIP, but c'mon, I ain't stupid
It's just a paper in my pocket acting as a passport
If I lose it, they would stop me at the gate
And taskforce probably come up with the dogs lookin' for the drugs
So I...
[Hook: Rafael Casal]
Feel like I'mma always be a thug tho (Thug tho)
Poor, white, and p*ssy on a barstool (Barstool)
My whole family, they all had it hard, too (They had it hard, too)
Yeah, we might get rich, but they don't love you (Don't love you)
The thug you (This thug you)

[Outro]
I said this goes out to my partners, man
I love you like you're brothers
You'd give me your last dollar, but I'd never take it from you, hah
Wife beaters in the summer
Just checkin' out the work, tryna go home with a number, huh
I [?] runners
I just wanna drink, rap, and pop a couple stunners
Grab a little wake-me-up and chop it like it's lumber
Talk sh*t and f*ck us over, bro, quick to run you over, huh
But did we make a bunch of memories?
Tried to change my ways, hard to run away from tendencies
Made a lot of friends, also made a couple enemies
And I swear I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessy
Hey! Up, up, and away
Where the f*ck I stay, man? Up, up in the Bay
Home of the Warriors, the Raiders and Oakland A's
I got pot that's makin' legal moves and fools that post for days
Yeah, my partners know that I'm a loyalist
I'm about as loyal and loyal gets
And I ain't trippin' off the next man, so if you cross the fam
Then you're guaranteed and ex man
See me comin', Chevy trucked up
Passenger side, gone off pills and f*cked up
I got partners makin' moves nation and worldwide
And I ain't heard no real sh*t ever since Furl died
Mob sh*t
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