Thug mugs gotta go

 Verse 1

They tell you pick the burner up, get the bag, run it up,
Flex with the chains while your soul turn to dust,
They sell you a dream, but it’s built on a lie,
A coffin or a cell—man, that’s the real ride.

Hook
They push that thug life, say it’s all that,
But where they at when the homies get clapped?
They sellin’ the script, but they ain’t in the scene,
Real gangstas move smart, build up the team.

Verse 2
They glorify the struggle but don’t live the pain,
Tell kids to bang, then fly off on a plane,
They ain’t in the trenches, they just play pretend,
While real ones bleed, families never mend.

Hook
They push that thug life, say it’s all that,
But where they at when the homies get clapped?
They sellin’ the script, but they ain’t in the scene,
Real gangstas move smart, build up the team.

Bridge
Man, they want you stuck, broke, locked in chains,
Lost in the system, just a pawn in the game,
Wake up, young king, time to change the plan,
The real OGs put knowledge in your hands.

Outro
So don’t buy the lies, don’t sell your soul,
Your life got worth, homie, take control,
Rise like a boss, leave the fake behind,
Real Gs build, we don’t stay blind.

Thugs gotta go.