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T.H.U.G.S · (03-15-2025)

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T:
Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit
Uh uh
What the fuck is this shit?
Burnin of rubber like a car
What do i know?
Fuck it its clear
They pick top carrots

R:
Fuck it we eat them carrots
We got bugs bunny lunches
As we swerve in Manchester
What the fuck is that?
We don’t got nothin to lose
But our own souls in the fire

T:
Fire? Through the wire?
We might be Donda
But not Antifa like Yezus
But jesus we aren’t close like yeezus
In the stream of relevance when we
Aren’t in the league of Gorgo or SEB
Tell me or us to fall back we aint shit

R:
Shit we might not be good enough to be on tour
Tour? We got galore of whores in this bus
We stuff em in like a dead body of a Shane
Who shall be not named like he’s not there
But who’s there but thugs we aren't good enough
To rock this mic as we take it on the map to

JB:
What does that gotta do?
We aren’t good enough for Anarchy tag belts
When we were promised that shit
When Lacklan was Lackin in creative
I know we can rock the ring like mics
Five mics like a source awards show
Hollerin “yall don’t wanna show a thug luv?”

T:
Well fuck y’all with the hearse we finna roll yall in
It might not be Ides Of March, but St. Ides of pain
But who we kidding we might not get on TV
That means we just gotta troll the ring
And take less bumps as Charles on thumbtacks
Maybe we might not be good enough to higha uppers
Since we too much off those downers when i rock the mic
But what does it mean? What does it mean? Uh

JB:
What it means we are bounded by the idea of irrelevance
Just like Syn’s reign on Revolution, that ain't televised
Goddamn, what a pittance when it aint on the cards
Mean that Grave’s Disease is on the rise like polio
What a foolio when i rock this mic as they witness a soulja
Who finna plot the rock down with my mind of a outside
Kill em, off T

T:
What else to say?
We're just gonna get ignored anyways!
Until the day we see some gold on waist
Until they open back Atara’s Way Lane
In the X-Treme Hallways post Ides
Who knows we might wanna whisper in the dark
And lean back to the dark side of the ring
No plane ridin from hell
Just thugs dwelling till we decide to roc em
Rock em in the ring again

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