Thug Motivation 101

Ayy, ayy

You gotta believe, you gotta believe

Ayy, ayy

You gotta believe, you gotta believe

Let's get it

I used to hit the kitchen lights (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 **** what he sold, I'm the truth holmes (That's right)

Kitchen fumed up, **** jamming 2Pac (Chea)

Get my Benihanas on, working two pots (Damn)

Baby need shoes, partner need bail money

Bloodhound for the bread, I just smell money

You **** just write, I recollect (Recollect)

Hands on, Jeezy really counted them checks (Yeah)

I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white 1's (Chea)

The conversation is money, ****, you want some? (Ayy)

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

(You gotta believe, you gotta believe)

Ayy

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 (Chea)

Took what the streets gave me, product in my environment (Ayy)

Now it's twenty-eight inches on a brand new Hummer

Telling you right now, it's gon' be a cold summer (Yeah)

Blew the brains out the Chevy, call it suicide

It's a way of life, that's how us young **** ridin' (That's right)

Trap Or Die gave 'em hope, they waiting on the sequel (Chea)

It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people (Ayy)

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

(You gotta believe, you gotta believe)

Ayy

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 ****, 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'll get ya straight cash (Haha)

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

(You gotta believe, you gotta believe)

Ayy

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