Thug Nigga Story - YoungBoy Never Broke Again ft. E-40

(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Double cup poured up, mud

Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah, oh
Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah
Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly
Touch me, bust it, straight to Heaven where I send that pussy boy
Oh, you ain't make it in? Well, fuck you, friend, it's up to you and God
In that car with stolen rods, do a drill while on a bar
Wet the block, that's me and 10, had 3Three go rock the car

Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy

Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fetti
For any nigga that wanna stretch me, man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't zip me, they never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see you until I steal you, now that's real beef

I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya
I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher
Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the needles between they toes, in between they fingers
I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong
I flourished on niggas and got to them riches, now look at me, partner, I'm on
I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory
My part of the thug nigga story
My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy
Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered
They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato
Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle
You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds?
Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps? You known in your town?
Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (In the mud)
A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs
Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (Streets)
Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (Police)

Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy