THIEVES Lyrics

Yeah, Thieves

People always tryna steal ya joy

Steal ya passion…

I don't give a fuck bout none of that shit

Nigga

None of it

Look

OGs tryna give

The people street sermons…

You know the key to life

Is you just gotta keep learning…

Young niggas getting bodied

Cause they keep lurking

Tryna steal a nigga shine

Ya momma she gon be hurting…

Cause playing with the wrong One

That's suicide

I'm touching with these lines

Full sprinting change of pace

I grind, niggas dropping dimes

Nickel bag of dope that's still a crime

Held it in his penny's

Hardaway, you get caught doing time…

But that ain't the way

We should be living now

Pour up dusse count figures

All with my niggas now…

You know it's real

When you dreaming

Bout where you living now

California love All eyes on me…

Bumping Tupac

Riding on the freeway

I see my boy in Long Beach

Feel like we Snoop and Dr Dre

What that mean is

Niggas make classic

Y'all niggas really ass bitch…

It used to bother me

Now I give y'all my ass to kiss

When I wake up

I gotta get my cake up

There ain't no time to waste bruh

We gotta make a move

When I wake up

I gotta get my cake up

There ain't no time to waste bruh

We gotta make a move

I see these hating niggas

Gotta watch Em

I go to work early morning clock ins

We bout to get it popping

I'm on go

I am never stopping

We had to struggle

Now we got some options

Major purchases I'm making

In the jewelery district…

Always fresh ever since

I was a minor nigga

Dodgers game, Yankees winning

Making major bets

Time is money lil nigga

You gotta write a check

I treat my time like a diamond

That's just a mood you know I be in

Different whips when

I'm on the block, or I hit the strip…

New saint laurent

Fresh doctor

Jays looking proper

See shit like a Doppler

Too focused

I am never stopping…

Heavily calculated like Al Capone

Niggas don't understand

All the optics of what I be on

She want Chanel, Gucci, Prada

Fresh out the shop

I told em don't make it hot…

You blowing up the spot

Never been no slave to dollars

My metaphors is mostly mental

Jotting my life down

In a notebook with a pen or pencil..

Niggas gonna check you thoroughly

To see what type of credentials

You earned

Better not slip nigga

It's quick but

When I wake up

Gotta get my cake up

There ain't no time

To waste bruh

We gotta make a move

When I wake up

I gotta get my cake up

There ain't no time to waste bruh

We gotta make a move

I see these hating niggas

Gotta watch Em

I go to work early morning clock ins

We bout to get it popping

I'm on go

I am never stopping

We had to struggle

Now we got some options