(Young Jeezy:)
I said I'm corporate thuggin'
C-T-E!!
Until the day I die That's the way it's gon be
Thug Motivation I'm bumpin number 3
Blowin on some killa shit That I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mound Yeah we call it Tennessee
Im good in every hood Everybody know me
So don't wake me up I swear to God Im dreamin
Pray fo Uncle Ray Yeah dat nigga still beamin
Lookin fly in the cock pit a nigga still leanin
Money out here So a nigga still schemin
And I don't make music fo da muthafuckin critics
They don't understand cuz they ain't muthafuckin literate
And I ain't trippin on the source I got a muthafuckin plug
Keepin 5 Mics I'm still a muthafuckin thug
Now the question is Can a nigga really rap?
And the answer Is you eva been to da trap?
Bitch I make hits You niggas waste time

And I be God damn if I let you waste mine
Like change for the better But Im still strapped
Trigga happy nigga Dont make me relapse
Attitude like fuck it, They hatin anyway
And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
You still talkin blow? You God damn right!
What else Im gon' say that's my mu-fuckin life
I just left Jamaica Im talkin Nachos Rios
Sippin margaritas on the beach in my adidas
Brought a few pills But thats only fo da skeezas
Used my black car But that's only fo da reefa
Whats up (Let's go)

(Chorus:)
Not a day go by
That I ain't high
Hit da mall errday
Nigga I stay fly
26 inches
Yeah Im sittin up high
And Ima keep it hood
Homie dats no lie

Not day go by
Dat I ain't high
Hit Da mall errday
Nigga stay fly
Get how u live
Yeah we tryin get by
Blow it all in the air
Homie dats no lie

(Blood Raw:)
Blood raw errbody love it blowing on Jamaica the boy Corporate Thuggin' glasses in the air errbody toastin don't get it fucked up nigga errbody toting posted with a brod she blacker then a African hair down her back like she mixed with Italion mami so thick man she look like a stallion introduced her to my partner yeah it's on so what's happenin

(Slick Pulla:)
What's happening? dead presidents brief case full of em couldn't take a chance we do it for the love of em living life fast we do it for the rush of it rubber band stacks we do it for the touch of it this shit don't stop Corporate Thuggin' nigga til my casket drop yams in the booth did the same on the block don't blame me I'm jus tryna get a knot U.S.D.A.

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