Thug for It - Larry June

It’s 10:30 in the morning

Sunday, March 31st

San Francisco, California

Just had to document that

Let’s go

I’m back, feelin' motivated (I'm back, feelin' motivated)

Fuck fame, lil' nigga, let’s play a money game (Off top)

Fuck is clout, nigga? (Fuck is clout, bitch ass nigga?)

These niggas credit card fraud, I’m a hustler, man (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I believe in miracles (I believe in miracles, baby)

But I still grind like Tony Hawk in '98, my money straight

Dedication (Dedication, keep goin', nigga)

Talkin' numbers with the bitch (Yeah), Mastro’s reservation

Add me up, player shit (Player shit, yeah)

Playin' basketball in my building with straight techies and shit (Techies and

shit)

I like 'em low-key (Low-key)

If I bring you to my crib, baby, don’t be takin' pictures and shit

What’s the deal, love? (What's the deal?)

I’ve been peepin' your Instagram and seen that you been yourself, love

You just need a plan, baby (Tap in), check

I can be your motivation, baby (Check, quit playin')

They don’t make 'em like me no more, I’m real real player with it

Count a hundred thousand, go and eat with my lady friend

Valet the whip, orange guts, this that custom shit (Off top)

That money just hit a little different when you thug for it

So long (Yeah, check)

That money just hit a little different when you thug for it

I been in this game so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check)

So long

(I can shed a tear on this motherfuckin' beat

It’s been a long time comin')

I been in this game so long

(Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though

Check it out, yeah yeah, uh)

I need this fish tank in my living room vibes

You left me at my lowest, baby, I can’t even lie

But it’s always love, you went hard for the kid

But whoever would’ve thought you’d fall in love with a trick? (Goddamn)

Creating paradise with these flows, stay on my toes

Goin' hard 'til a nigga get that Rolls, after that I hustle more

They looked down, I got stronger

I’m a motherfuckin' beast, it ain’t shit that can hold me

On this road by my lonely, even family turned on me

Got this blammin' thing on me, so I wish a nigga would

Bounced out lookin' clean, make sure the 'fit good

With this pineapple smoothie, bitch, you know I taste good

They don’t make 'em like me no more, I’m real real player with it

Count a hundred thousand, go and eat with my lady friend

Valet the whip, orange guts, this that custom shit (Off top)

That money just hit a little different when you thug for it

So long (Yeah, check)

That money just hit a little different when you thug for it

I been in this game so long (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check)

So long

(I can shed a tear on this motherfuckin' beat

It’s been a long time comin')

I been in this game so long

(Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though)