Corporate Thuggin'

I said I'm corporate thuggin', C-T-E

Until the day I die, that's the way it's gon' be

Thug motivation, I'm bumpin' number three

Blowin' on some killa shit that I got from Zone 3

Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee

I'm good in e'ry hood, e'rybody know me

So don't wake me up, I swear to God, I'm dreamin'

Pray for Uncle Ray, yeah, that **** still beamin'

Lookin' fly in the cockpit, a **** still leanin'

Money out here so a **** still schemin'

And I don't make music for the motherfuckin' critics

They don't understand 'cause they ain't motherfuckin' livin' it

And I ain't trippin' on the source, I got a motherfuckin' plug

Keep your five mics, I'm still a motherfuckin' thug

Now the question is, can a **** really rap?

And the answer is, you ever been to the trap?

Bitch, I make hits, you **** waste time

And I be goddamned if I let you waste mine

Life changed for the better but I'm still strapped

Trigger happy ****, don't make me relapse

Attitude like, fuck it, they hatin' anyway

And I can't give a fuck what a **** got to say

You still talkin' blow? You're goddamn right

What else I'm gon' say? That's my muhfucking life

I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Ocho Rios

Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas

Brought a few pills but that's only for the skeezers

Used my black card but that's only for the reefer

What's up? Let's go

Not a day goes by that I ain't high

Hit the mall e'ryday, ****, I stay fly

Twenty-six inches, yeah, I'm sitting up high

And I'ma keep it hood, homie, that's no lie

Not a day goes by that I ain't high

Hit the mall e'ryday, ****, I stay fly

Get it how we live it, yo, we tryna get by

We throw it all in the air, baby, that's no lie

What's up

E'rybody love them, blowin' on Jamaica

The boy corporate thuggin', glasses in the air

E'rybody toastin', don't get it fucked up, ****

E'rybody tokin'

Posted with a broad, yeah, she blacker than an African

Hair down her back like she mixed with Italian

Mami so thick, man, she look like a stallion

Introduced her to my partner, yeah, it's on, so what's happenin'?

What's happenin'?

Dead presidents, briefcase full of 'em

Couldn't take a chance, we do it for the love of 'em

Livin' life fast, we do it for the rush of it

Rubber band stacks, we do it for the touch of it

This shit don't stop

Corporate thuggin' **** till my casket drop

Yams in the booth, did the same on the block

Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot

U.S.D.A.

Not a day goes by that I ain't high

Hit the mall e'ryday, ****, I stay fly

Twenty-six inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high

And I'ma keep it hood, homie, that's no lie

Not a day goes by that I ain't high

Hit the mall e'ryday, ****, I stay fly

Get it how we live it, yo, we tryna get by

We throw it all in the air, baby, that's no lie

What's up?

(So fly, so high)

(So fly, so high)

(So fly, so high)

(So fly, so high)