YFN Lucci, OMB Peezy - Thug Holiday lyrics
LeParis Kentae Dade Sr.
[YFN Lucci, OMB Peezy - Thug Holiday lyrics]
Real nigga radio
(DJ Lavish Lee, it's Budda Beats)
The good thing about bein'
Counted out and left for dead
They never see you comin'
Regardless of what you goin' through
Young brother
Remember, bad days always a promise that
Better days is around the corner
I got some niggas doin' time
Got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only
Thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't
They try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind
(yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and
Them ones waitin' on the visit's
Free all them niggas in prison
I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
(Woah) , jealous
Keep grindin', you gon' get it
Nobody gotta see your vision
This for them thug niggas in the street
(Street)
Can't go nowhere without the heat (The heat)
And he ain't playin' no games
Load that bitch and bang it
If they want the beef (Rrah)
Them computer games'll get you deleted
He ain't got that iron, he ain't sleepin'
(Uh, uh) and lately he been doin' bad
He ready to flash for the littlest reason
Got too many people in the ghetto (Ghetto)
It's hard for me to let go (Let go)
I'll get all my sleep when I'm dead, bitch
What the fuck I need to rest for?
Bust that boy up, he ain't die
Lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though
(You blessed)
Fuck the police, I ain't talkin'
Put me in the room, i got strep throat
(Damn) i ain't have no money for a pistol
I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun
(Get 'em) bought a pistol, got caught with
It, said "Fuck Bail", now I'm on the run
(Run) give a fuck if you a lil' older
In these streets you gon' be my son
(For real) get your money up, 'cause when
You beefin' with no money, ain't no fun
I got some niggas doin' time
Got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only
Thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't
They try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind
(yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and
Them ones waitin' on the visit's
Free all them niggas in prison
I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
(Woah) , jealous
Keep grindin', you gon' get it
Nobody gotta see your vision
Okay, my young nigga don't smoke, but
He keep a smoke pole, huh
Big bro still smokin' and he on parole
I used to hate my grandma house
That shit was full of roaches, hey
I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me
Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto
I had a dream that I was rich
I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke)
I swear
I shed so many tears I can't cry no more
(Cry no more)
They gave lil' bro so many years
He can't slide no more, uh
Chasin' so much paper that
My leg broke, yeah, uh
Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone, uh
Ayy, finger-fuck that money
Treat it like a redbone
Nigga play, I'll put his name on a headstone
I got some niggas doin' time
Got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only
Thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't
They try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind
(yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and
Them ones waitin' on the visit's
Free all them niggas in prison
I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
(Woah) , jealous
Keep grindin', you gon' get it
Nobody gotta see your vision, yeah
(DJ Lavish Lee, it's Budda Beats)
The good thing about bein'
Counted out and left for dead
They never see you comin'
Regardless of what you goin' through
Young brother
Remember, bad days always a promise that
Better days is around the corner
I got some niggas doin' time
Got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only
Thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't
They try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind
(yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and
Them ones waitin' on the visit's
Free all them niggas in prison
I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
(Woah) , jealous
Keep grindin', you gon' get it
Nobody gotta see your vision
This for them thug niggas in the street
(Street)
Can't go nowhere without the heat (The heat)
And he ain't playin' no games
Load that bitch and bang it
If they want the beef (Rrah)
Them computer games'll get you deleted
He ain't got that iron, he ain't sleepin'
(Uh, uh) and lately he been doin' bad
He ready to flash for the littlest reason
Got too many people in the ghetto (Ghetto)
It's hard for me to let go (Let go)
I'll get all my sleep when I'm dead, bitch
What the fuck I need to rest for?
Bust that boy up, he ain't die
Lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though
(You blessed)
Fuck the police, I ain't talkin'
Put me in the room, i got strep throat
(Damn) i ain't have no money for a pistol
I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun
(Get 'em) bought a pistol, got caught with
It, said "Fuck Bail", now I'm on the run
(Run) give a fuck if you a lil' older
In these streets you gon' be my son
(For real) get your money up, 'cause when
You beefin' with no money, ain't no fun
I got some niggas doin' time
Got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only
Thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't
They try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind
(yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and
Them ones waitin' on the visit's
Free all them niggas in prison
I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
(Woah) , jealous
Keep grindin', you gon' get it
Nobody gotta see your vision
Okay, my young nigga don't smoke, but
He keep a smoke pole, huh
Big bro still smokin' and he on parole
I used to hate my grandma house
That shit was full of roaches, hey
I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me
Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto
I had a dream that I was rich
I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke)
I swear
I shed so many tears I can't cry no more
(Cry no more)
They gave lil' bro so many years
He can't slide no more, uh
Chasin' so much paper that
My leg broke, yeah, uh
Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone, uh
Ayy, finger-fuck that money
Treat it like a redbone
Nigga play, I'll put his name on a headstone
I got some niggas doin' time
Got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only
Thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't
They try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left 'em behind
(yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches and
Them ones waitin' on the visit's
Free all them niggas in prison
I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
(Woah) , jealous
Keep grindin', you gon' get it
Nobody gotta see your vision, yeah