[Chorus]

Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha

Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha

They took my brother that shit left me fucked up

Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba

Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba

Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha

Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha

They took my brother that shit left me fucked up

Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba

Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba

[Verse]

I swear to god I'm tired of all this fake love

Goin' through depression got me wanna take drugs

Losing faith got me wanna give up

But my family need me so I can't give up

Fuck these niggas, 'cause these niggas fake as fuck

And fuck these bitches, 'cause these bitches fake as fuck

And when we ride we want a homicide

And after that we double back and rock the candle light

I swear to god if it's spunky, I'll let that choppa work

Retaliation wasn't back offensive we was poppin' first

And he was banging on the net and that's what got him hurt

Werko down for marijuana, he got all kind of work

The fake we done went through with the real so good it's camouflage

Reminisce on better days, sit back and fantasize

Nigga we ain't throwin' white flags

Niggas straddle in the fence and got his life snatched

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha

Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha

They took my brother that shit left me fucked up

Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba

Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba

Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up

Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em

I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up

I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha

Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha

They took my brother that shit left me fucked up

Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba

Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba