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bryce vine - the "thug" song lyrics

[verse 1]
rappers be like new whips, two chains, big house, more fame
money, power, cash, ho’s, dripping swag, and puffing dro
and i’m just like, “can i get some gas and a burrito bowl?”
cash to pay that extra price to add some f-cking guacomole
in it, i admit it, i ain’t rich but i’ve been chilling
easy living, riding shotty in my honda civic
i’m balling on a budget, i’ve been thugging using benefits
trigger happy n-gg-s playing too much sega genesis
wow, like lemmings we follow the crowd
reciting lines more recycled than merry-go-rounds, like
the beat is sick, but when i spit, i give it laryngitis
and when i talk, these women flock, i call them gallimimus
i just kind of wish that i could say that i hang with a gang
claim that i’m strapped with an a.k. that goes bangity-bang-bang
slang bricks full of chronic and quality cocaine
but i’m shamed to say, i got the brain of a nerdy asian kid
the f-ck am i supposed to rap about?
i hate math, and adderall is the one thing that can calm me down
d-mn, -ssume illuminati is involved
i heard there’s like a number you can call
i would tell ’em, yo

[hook]
i just wanna be a thug
throw my hands up in the air and shoot a gun
but i’m not really cool
i just do what i do
’cause i just wanna be a thug
on my own, here we go

[verse 2]
i’m a black and white american – a halfrican american
a shade that baffles scholars on the roots of family heritage
too black to get a skin tan, too white to not want it
too black to not start sweating when i see police coming
i’m on the brink of a sabbatical, breaking free from the casual
finding my inner chi, releasing a spirit animal
no, f-ck that, ’cause peaceful n-gg-s always be getting shot at
so from here ‘out i’m gonna bust rounds like i’m gunning for money and glory
there’s always one kid telling girls he’s a thug
how he’s squeezing on them pieces and he’s selling them drugs
we went to the same school, why you tryna be tough?
you ain’t a baller, you’s a b-tch, what you need is a hug
so let them ignore me, never believe in my story
women will never adore me
hardly in with all hollywood cool crowds
too hyper, normal, and corny
d-mn, could use a couple lessons in my swag
then maybe kids won’t think i’m such a f-f-fake

[hook]
i just wanna be a thug
throw my hands up in the air and shoot a gun
but i’m not really cool
i just do what i do
’cause i just wanna be a thug
on my own, here we go

[verse 3]
don’t get me wrong, i’m not a hating
just maybe a little bit bitter
i can’t talk about bad b-tches and liquor
i’m not the type of dude that can rhyme n-gg- with n-gg-
i barely remember roots and i was never was into swishers
i’m so hypocratical, a vegan and a cannibal
scalene and equilateral
my brain just told me i should probably calm down
and try to answer the question
“do you really like rap, or just crave the attention?”
i said

[hook]
i just wanna be a thug
throw my hands up in the air and shoot a gun
but i’m not really cool
i just do what i do
’cause i just wanna be a thug
on my own, here we go
i just wanna be a thug
throw my hands up in the air and shoot a gun
but i’m not really cool
i just do what i do
’cause i just wanna be a thug
on my own, here we go

- bryce vine lyrics

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