Thugs Pain lyrics

I'm the rawest rapper alive
I'ma tell you the game I play

[Verse]
These n*ggas so creep, I'll tell you bout the street
I'ma keep it five-hundred, my problems is deep
n*ggas keep it real? nah n*ggas is sweet
n*ggas watch me on the street, I'll be feeling like a sheep
Man, to keep it 500, bro I'll be down for the beef
Man, this sh*t sick, n*ggas will love if I'm sleep
I'ma keep it too real, all this funk sh*t is played
n*ggas hating in the hood, that sh*t is lame
Dying too young, I'm tired of hearing that
I'm not gonna take a loss, I'ma push a n*gga wig back
He gonna need a chinstrap, he gonna need a doctor
I'm feeling depressed, I'ma tote the chopper
I'm a keep it real bro, I don't pop pills bro
But beef like this will make you catch the deal bro
And I'ma tell you this, you sick but i'm sick too
I deserve the love, but these suckers plot against you
Keep the chopper with you, because n*ggas be hating
To keep it hundred, n*ggas is racist
n*ggas wanna trip me, n*gga wanna get me
Welcome to the navy; they training on 6th street
I don't respect n*ggas because they smile and they sell dope
The code of the streets ain't nothing to die for
What I gotta lie for? my past stay with me
You're thinking I'm a sucker; I'll turn you into history