[Boogie]
Yeah-yeah, uh
Forever fucking with my homies
I swear I’m, forever fucking with my homies
Shit, my niggas here right now, matter-fact

Thirst, thirst, Thirst 48, uh

[Boogie]
Okay, back when I was off, had my back to all my flaws
Rather backed into a corner just from backing up my dogs, uh
Shit, them still my niggas, I never show no doubt
Never picking on my clique ‘cause niggas understand this route
Throwing out this message, I’m hoping that y’all catch it
Fuck with niggas when they loyal, even times when they get desperate
My niggas extra, but some got cut off in a nigga path, them niggas trash
If they ain’t growing with you, cut they midget ass, that’s real shit

We like 50 niggas deep (?), uh
I’m just praying one of you fuck niggas don’t trip
‘Cause we accustomed to the thugging, we ain’t budging
Niggas dumping at the function for the fact that they ain’t want it
We like “fuck it though” ’cause what the fuck is going on out here?
What the fuck these niggas doing out here?
This shit crazy how your main homie probably wanna switch up
You think your enemy gon’ pop and now he tryna clique up
That shit weak

[Boogie]
Never acting phony

Even when I’m outchere on my motherfucking lonely
Forever fucking with my homies
They asking why I’m loyal
Probably ‘cause you never seen my motherfucking soil
Forever fucking with my homies
Screaming ’til my breath sold
Lil nigga, them still blessed though (?)
Forever fucking with my homies
Huh, yeah, uh, I swear I’m
Forever fucking with my homies

[2Pac]
(When I’m saying “thug,” I mean, not “criminal,” not someone that’s gonna beat you over the head. I mean the underdog. The person that had nothing and succeeds—he’s a thug, ‘cause he overcame all obstacles. It doesn’t have anything to do with the dictionary’s version of “thug.” To me, “thug” is my pride. Not being someone that goes against the law, not being someone that takes, but being someone that has nothing and that—even though I have nothing and there’s no home for me to go to, my head is up high. My chest is out, I walk tall, I talk loud—I’m being strong.)

Beat Switch

[Boogie]
I’ma still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging
I’ma still be, yeah
R.I.P. Gotti, R.I.P. Manny, R.I.P. Sav (?)
R.I.P. Not(?)
Still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging
Uh, shit, hoo!

[Boogie]
Fuck is this shit? This what my thugging’ll get
I seen a nigga get punched for his kicks
He got punched in his lip, tryna fuck with his bitch
I was looking like, “Man!” Block full of stress

Blake at the spot on the left
I passed him the blunt, then he dipped it in lean
When I walked in the house he got shot in the neck
I was looking like, “Damn!” Now I’m worried for the homie
Yeah I’m worried for the homie, shit!
You know the cops finna really take they sweet-ass time
They don’t worry for the homie
I be feeling like “Damn!” Hoo, and the day I got popped
Couldn’t even call my pops, I was right back on the block
Standing outside the door, like, “Who tryna get knocked?”
Knock! Knock! Hoo!

I’ma make a hundred mil one day
Bet I still be thugging
Hoo! They could throw a hundred years my way
Bet I still be thugging
Damn! Ain’t no fake shit around my way
I’ma still be thugging
Man, I’ma still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging
I’ma still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging

Thug Life, uh
I’ma still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging
Thug Life, uh
I’ma still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging
Yeah, hoo

I’ma still be, yeah, I’ma still be thugging
I’ma still be thugging, I’ma still be thugging