Thug Till It's Over - Cookin Soul, Freddie Gibbs

Woody Harrelson in my swisher

Sending 24 pounds to Virginia

Nigga hope you be movin' what I send ya

Tearin' yo area then I’ll be right back in ya

Pop a few small towns, I bust 'em wide open

Pop with the coppers I’m on the first thing smokin'

Livin' the drug life, it got me West Coastin'

Life is a pretty bitch that I fuck with no trojan

Go in her raw dog, bareback, the crack would pimp that

Livin' neat, sleep in a dope house on the air mat

Point blank range, his brains all on my air max

Weak niggas, I took care of that, I’m aware of that

Devil just sittin' on my shoulder

Over the years, sold and grown much colder

Father be with me, I’m sick of slangin' these boulders

But I can’t stop until I’m the king of these corners

Thug 'til it’s over

Smokin' with my young mind

Killin' through the night I hope I live to see the sunshine

And when you niggas put me in the ground

Let my headstone read «Fuck one time»

And I meant that

Niggas got me, now I gotta get some get back

Got me chillin' where your children and your bitch at

Niggas thinkin' I ain’t in the trench cause I spit raps

I got family members smokin' base in the basement

Gotta hide my jewelry, cause my uncle might take it

Shoot up the other side, them other fuckers fake it

Blunt in rotation, I think my nigga just laced it

Damn I’m straight wasted