Jeezy - Thug Motivation 101 lyrics

Aye, Aye
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Aye, Aye
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Let's get it!

I used to hit the kitchen lights
Cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights: now
It's marble floors, everywhere!
(haha) call the carpenter
The roof on the coupe's gone (chea)
Give a fuck what he sold - I'm the truth
Homes (that's riiight)
Kitchen's fumed up, niggas jamming 2Pac
(chea) get my Benihanas on, working two pots
(dayumm)
Baby need shoes, partner need bail money
Bloodhound for the bread, I just smell money
You niggas just write, I recollect
(recollect)
Hands on, Jeezy really counted them checks
(yeahhh)
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white 1's
(chea) the conversation is money: nigga
You want some? (aye)

Aye, Aye aye, Aye
You gotta believe, you gotta believe aye
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes
I really lived it man
Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands
Let's get it!

I'm what the streets made me
A product of my environment (yeah)
Took what the streets gave me:
Product in my environment (ayy)
Now it's 28 inches on the brand new Hummer
Telling you right now - It's
Gon' be a cold summer (chea)
Blew the brains out the Chevy
Call it suicide it's a way of life
That's how us young niggas ridin'
(that's right) trap Or Die gave 'em hope
They waiting for the sequel (yeah)
It's clear to see: the boy Jeezy
Do it for the people (aye)

Aye, Aye aye, Aye
You gotta believe, you gotta believe aye
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes
I really lived it man
Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands
Let's get it!

I'm the author of the book
Yeah a genius wrote it (chea)
There's a message in my words
You gotta decode it (ayy)
I seen it all, every gram, every bird (what)
I spit the truth, every noun, every verb
(that's right)
I never exaggerated one line, one dime (dime)
Never lied to the people, not one time
(never) a hard head make a soft ass (ayy)
And hard white will get ya straight cash
(haha)

Aye, Aye aye, Aye
You gotta believe, you gotta believe aye
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes
I really lived it man
Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands