[INTRO]
“It’s Rooster season in dis hoe!” [DJ scratch, too dramatic for no reason]
Damn I’m thug… [pause like he’s waiting for applause that doesn’t come]
[HOOK]
I’m so thug, I keep the Glock, and I stay with all the money moves [808 hits, slightly off timing like he’s trying too hard]
money moves… [pause] dancing. I’m hard as fuck. gangster. [awkward space like he forgot what comes next]
I sag so good too. pants. [beat dips like it’s confused]
I fight good. fists. fists. fists. fists. fists. fists. [808 keeps going while he overcommits]
Damn I’m thug. hood. [said too softly like he’s not sure he said it right]
All my bitches say I fuck good. sex. sex. sex. sex. sex. sex. [beat slows like it’s judging him]
Did I mention I’m thug? [last line said like a question, not a statement]
[VERSE 1]
Walk in the spot like I seen it in a movie [beat: basic trap drums, slightly stiff bounce]
Nobody greets me but I still act moody
I nod my head like I’m part of a system
Tryna look dangerous but I overthink rhythm
Chain too loud but it’s probably fake
Still I act like it’s a federal case
I say “what’s up?” then I wait too long
Like I’m waiting for a crowd sing-along
I saw a dude lean in a music video once
Now I just lean for like no real reason
Security look at me like “who let him in?”
I whisper “I’m thug” then I grin
[HOOK]
I’m so thug, I keep the Glock, and I stay with all the money moves [beat slightly off-kilter like it’s unsure]
money moves… dancing. I’m hard as fuck. gangster.
I sag so good too. pants. pants. pants. [he keeps repeating it like he thinks it adds credibility]
I fight good. fists. fists. fists. fists. fists. fists.
Damn I’m thug. hood. hood. hood. hood. [voice cracks slightly]
All my bitches say I fuck good. sex. sex. sex. sex. sex. sex.
Did I mention I’m thug? [too proud of himself for remembering the line]
[VERSE 2]
I walk like I got a past I don’t have
Like I survived something I just watched on Netflix
Hands in pockets like I’m calculating crime
But I’m just checking my phone every five minutes
I say “on gang” but I don’t know gang rules
I just repeat stuff from rap school
Saw a dude yell once so I tried that too
But my voice cracked halfway through
I try to look cold but I just look lost
Like a man who borrowed confidence at a cost
Every step I take feel pre-recorded
Like I’m buffering in a life I imported
[BRIDGE]
“It’s Rooster season in dis hoe!” [too loud, wrong timing, awkward silence after]
Did… did I say it right?
Damn I’m thug… [uncertain]
I think I’m thug… [even more uncertain]
[FINAL HOOK]
I’m so thug, I keep the Glock, and I stay with all the money moves [beat barely holding together now]
money moves… dancing. I’m hard as fuck. gangster.
I sag so good too. pants. pants. pants. pants. [he’s committed but still wrong]
I fight good. fists. fists. fists. fists. fists. fists.
Damn I’m thug. hood. hood. hood. hood. hood. [like he’s trying to convince himself]