[Hook: Hink]
Couple hoes did me wrong
But, I ain't, tripping
Cause in the long run
They the ones that's, missing
Now, And to keep it real
I'm kinda glad they did it
Cause if they didn't
Than I wouldn't have this, feeling
Now, I'm feeling like a
Brand new n***a, Can't nobody tell me shit
Brand new n***a, I just dropped on a whip
Brand new n***a, I bust down on some chains
Got a freak bitch, All over the bed in Lingerie
I'm a Thug, Posted on the block with my n***as
Run up a check, and go shop with my n***as
Run into them suckers, I send shots with my N***as
On the grind, everyday till the top with my n***as
I'm a thug

[Verse 1: Hink]
Put in on my soul
Don't want no handouts, I do it on my own
Troubled as a teen, Skipping class like they songs
Get down to my[?], than i'm running in your home
Moms blowing up my phone, Tryna see where I'm at
Told her I'm outside, Where the thugs got my back
Grew in up in the[?], city on the map
N***as act like they hard
But be hoes with some straps
I ain't tellin lies, Swear to god these all facts
I ain't with the shit, but I was forced to adapt
If I could go back in time, I would've chose a different path
But fuck all that complaining, this shit made me who I am
Fuck these n***as, I can't stand y'all
Fuck you bitches, I can't stand y'all to
Man struggled, had to stand tall
Now y'all watching when my plans follow through