[Intro]
*[B**t drops with heavy bassline, sirens echoing in the distance]*
[Verse 1]
Yo, rollin’ through the hood with a blunt in my grip,
Cash stacks high, gotta flip another script.
Smoke thick, pistol tucked, ain’t scared to unload,
Brothas ride or die, we ain’t followin’ no code.
Jack a Benz, leave ’em froze, life’s a dice game,
Cops on my tail, but they know my street fame.
Respect’s in the lead, disrespect get erased,
Spit truth through the lies, keep the nine at my waist.
[Chorus]
Thug life, thug life, ride or die tonight,
Money, power, respect—it’s the code we recite.
Thug life, thug life, where the real survive,
Cross my brotha? You won’t see the sunrise.
[Verse 2]
Puffin’ on chronic, visions get hazy,
Gold chain heavy, but my mind’s still crazy.
Hit the corner, move weight, no delayin’,
Snitches get stitches, ain’t no prayin’ or sayin’.
Hoes on the payroll, they bend, never stay,
Feed ’em lies, take the cash, then I slay.
This game’s cutthroat, gotta stay on my grind,
Weak hearts fold, only kings here will shine.
[Bridge]
*[Synthesizer wails, g*n cocking sound effect]*
Ain’t no love for the ones who front,
Blast through the drama, leave ’em bearin’ the brunt.
Loyalty’s rare, trust’s a dangerous bet,
Live by the blade, die without no regret.
[Outro]
*[B**t fades with echoing police radio chatter]*