GoldLink, Dan Diggerz, Pressa - Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, mhm
Yeah jeez
(This sounds like Nyge) yeah

I don't do this shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some Act' on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do this shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some Act' on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke

I was sixteen when I bust my case
When I start rapping, had to hide my face
I was movin' packs right up out my place
Had to bust moves so I leave no trace
Niggas turn snitch, trust no bitch
Ain't no love, I love sticks
Never show fear, but fuck all that
I was in the field with a shield and whole
Lot of deals and whole lot of money
Give no fuck 'bout a rap

Niggas be thinkin' I'm rude (Rude)
Hit up my shooter to shoot
Tobacco all in my zoot
Keep me a knife in my boot
Bitch thought she was cute
Bust me a script by the pool
GoldLink my guy, you a fool

I don't do this shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some Act' on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do this shit for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some Act' on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke
(Lil' boy swim, uh)

Lil' boy swim, lil' boy drown if that nigga
Ain't used to water crack cocaine, yeah
A young nigga tryna get it like Coach Carter
Dah dah dah dah, they know
Pressa, she need runnin' down, john Connor
Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter
Told her partner she from Dower
Campin' out, camp for hours
CD look like CN Tower
Got a grave and a flower, young nigga
He came from powder got finesse, got jugg
Novocain and super sour
From the street, nigga bitch, that nigga
He fooled that trial
I don't know 'bout your dawgs, but mine
They out to eat see my niggas servin' crack
Cocaine and dodgin' Ds
Young nigga, white tee, dope boy Forces
No crease and the police seized my
Jewelry for evi-d-ence