Hey, we known for popping Glocks out

Police used to raid us at my Ma house

Brought this s**t to life doing everything used to talk 'bout

I mean it, wish my dead homies was here to see this

'Cause on Jesus, I manifested everything I was dreaming

We been balling, I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call 'em

Fuck the suckers, still ain't did s**t when what's-his-name

Walked up on 'em

Life a deck of cards, you never know what you drawing

Tell my peoples that I love 'em, tomorrow is never promised

Pistol in my drawers, got it sitting by where my cock is

We gon' win up top, ain't no window shots, we gon' walk it

Don't label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist

All them L's I ever took, call 'em lessons, don't call 'em losses

Mama, I'm a thug

I fell in love with taking drugs

Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud?

Can you teach me how to love?

'Cause I lost my heart inside the slumps

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh

Ain't no one-on-ones

Mama, I'm a gangster, I'm a thug

I don't count favors, it's out of love

So don't ever count at all

And I lost my heart inside the slumps

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh

I don't like the red lights

We gon' run him over if I got to

We spot you then we gon' send you shots like what a ball do

Achoo, pistol get to sneezing like it got flus

And please, don't use me just because I said I got you

Congratulations all I ever hear, they think I made it

Where was you when it was raining?

We was breaking into basements

If it's money on the floor, oh, you know I'm finna take it

I can't trust a soul, people easily manipulate it

Mama, I know that everything you ain't wanted

You came knocking, now my label send me checks, direct deposits

You can break somebody defense, so I'm moving like it's offense

Fell in love with the streets, relationship hella toxic

Mama, I'm a thug

I fell in love with taking drugs

Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud?

Can you teach me how to love?

'Cause I lost my heart inside the slums

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh

Ain't no one-on-ones

Mama, I'm a gangster, I'm a thug

I don't count favors, it's out of love

So don't ever count at all

And I lost my heart inside the slums

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh