Thug Holiday Lyrics

I got a confession to make

Been going thru so much shit man

LLRambo LLRat LLTez

We pushing all gas no breaks

No cap

Trust issues is a bitch,

That's why I don't even trust hoes

Keep the grass cut,

So snakes don't come in & out of my potholes

My mind committed to the game

I'm Counting up these nachos

Cheese got da drugs on deck

Like his name is el chopo

Free all my niggas that's locked up in the pin ain't forgot you Rambo,

Krazy how we lost you from your kin

Whoever speak about you,

We gonna spin, Wish you was still here

We be winning

It's a thug holiday

For all my Niggas that's dead and gone

Wish heaven got a phone so I call up one of my bros

Cuz shiii, Not hearing em ain't it for me

See you in da casket, Saying rest in peace

will always will get a hold of me

I got 99 problems, not even 1 can solve em

Think I got ptsd, I seen a lot of trauma

I was tryna find myself, things got little harder

Let a bitch take control, She crashed it in full throttle

I play life like a chess game, I play my plays right

Keep killers around me, just in case they make dat dog bite

A Bullet killed you, didn't believe it till I saw it in-front of my sight

I still can't take the pain, when I'm looking in your mothers eyes

She Dramatize

She don't know what to do

When her baby died

Son murdered in homicide, She's asking lord why?

She wanna find something to ease the pain & talking to somebody is no help to the brain

She just confused what happened with her baby boy

Didn't came home that night, usually pick up widd no issue

Now we heavily miss you,

Memories playing back in our head & We grabbing some tissues

Why the good die young & let the bullets dismiss you

I don't understand the pain that I'm feeling

(I'm feelin')

My Heart so cold, double dose sum penicillin (Some Penicillin)

My young niggas, left behind their little children (Little Children)

I'll take care of em, when I make it to a mill {100 Mill}

We committed so many crimes

Police don't give fuck about us

Tell the judge "We juss tryna survive"

Trust issues is a bitch,

That's why I don't even trust hoes

Keep the grass cut,

So snakes don't come in & out of my potholes

My mind committed to the game

I'm Counting up these nachos

Cheese got da drugs on deck

Like his name is el chopo

Free all my niggas that's locked up in the pin ain't forgot you Rambo,

Krazy how we lost you from your kin

Whoever speak about you,

We gonna spin, Wish you was still here

We be winning

It's a thug holiday

For all my Niggas that's dead and gone

Wish heaven got a phone so I call up one of my bros

Cuz shiii, Not hearing em ain't it for me

See you in da casket, Saying rest in peace

will always will get a hold of me

I got 99 problems, not even 1 can solve em

Think I got ptsd, I seen a lot of trauma

I was tryna find myself, things got little harder

Let a bitch take control, She crashed it in full throttle

(Skirrrttt)