Lyrics:
it's in your reach nigga
(but these niggas ain't listening)
Imma black man and I'm irritated
I ain't taking food off your plate
we bout run it right
walking I'm running
I be on it gotta
Put in that work, put in that work
'Till I'm down in the dirt
Put in that work, put in that work
'Till I'm down in
Show me a real one, if I aint one
Show me a real don
You aint humble but i make ya crumble
The only way ya find a man like me is if you steal one
So
know how I take it
Work till I pass out, make this bread, either that or nothing
Man sold food like a road man, real man talk, what you saying? Why you
Little work, you do and you done
Built an empire off family
Is you a foe or a friend to me
House in the hills a canopy
Life real feeling like fantasy
clear to me
You say I ain't a real nigga, then that's heresy
I don't lose my temper. If I flip, I do it carefully
I remember I ain't have enough food
Tru say this hit a nerve
With the Ghost, blessing not a curse
Tru say this hit a nerve
With the Ghost, All things work
Broken home how I grew up
real)
Yes di pressure is real and di whole world ah feel
Yet we nah give up
Overflowing of we cup and di system corrupt
look how hard some ah work
Food & Liquor
Yeah, my man said he wanted something real
Real, real, real, real
Something he could recognize, something he could feel
Feel,
Folarin the God, ho work out
You don't know the half
This shit get real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over
fulla food for when the economy low
Keep a tool but keep your cool scope everywhere that you go
Cuz when the shit be hitting the fan you gone be ready
Go Big or go home, that's the code that I live by
100% all the time that's my real life
I put in work all the time I pay the full price
I put in
to remember
Boy it's Tay Rob, a GOAT was born on that 14th day of December
Watch me work, just sit back and watch me work
Watch me work, just sit back
Sacramento port
Guess they want the ten toes talk (Ten toes talking!)
Manna got food tekkit on work
Man are on job, manna man certy
Manna got food tekkit
Your work has just begun
Someday you will find your place in the sun
Find a place in the sun
Find a place in the sun
Back to the beginning in fact
[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah,
[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah,
I got a little work left, guess what Ima do?
Ima make it work, make it work
Make it work yeah
Ima make it work, make it work
Make it work yeah
Ima
growing like grass with the mass appeal
Shorty got fake titties but her as is real
When it comes to the pain n**** ima put in work baby ima make it reign
real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Turn
Fill up the car, let's go (let's go, let's go)
Bro go the real way,
young nigga the game (oh, Leapfrog)
Nigga tried to play me I'm so motherfucking pissed off
That ain't work you working foo'
Working so hard I need some
I'm a broke boy broke boy
I ain't boutta lie to you
Used to work at sonic food fryer
Boutta make it out
Broke boy broke boy
Checking is fried too
food on my plate Had me feel like rookie
Working like drake and we do it on the weekend
Been working hard got no time for no sleeping
Came a long way
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