Thug N***a Story (feat. E-40)

(Who made this shit?) (TayTay made the beat) Double cup poured up, mud Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm asleep, yeah, oh Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly Touch me, bust it, straight to Heaven where I send that pussy boy Oh, you ain't make it in, well, fuck your friend, it's up to you and God In that car with stolen rods, do a drill while on a bar Wet the block, that's MAC-10, had 3Three go rock the car Ah, glory, glory And this is my thug nigga story Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul I need you now, I'm on my own They call my phone "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you" Alright, my boy Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fetti For any nigga that wanna stretch me Man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see me, they never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me I'ma shoot it whenever I see you until I steal you, now that's real beef I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer Where the zombies shoot the needles between they toes, in between they fingers I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong I flourished on niggas and got to them riches, now look at me, partner, I'm on I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory My part of the thug nigga story My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin' You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds? You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds? Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down? You livin' your raps? You known in your town? Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (in the mud) A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (streets) Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (police) Ah, glory, glory And this is my thug nigga story Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul I need you now, I'm on my own They call my phone "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you" Alright, my boy