Thug Tho - Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal

All of my rent is paid, I-I got my money made

Dr-driving 'round with Diggs

In a Cadillac they just fuckin' gave

Might be a movie star, you’ll wonder who we are

How the hell they got a billboard?

That’s the kinda shit we kill for

Pimp game like I’m Fillmore

Sippin' champagne at the Waldorf

Bright streak on my bottom row

Crooked teeth now designer gold

Oh, groovy me with my top button

And I’m lookin' like a Beatle

Oh, I am a major player, you will recognize later

Very rare Don Cheadle, unh

Livin' at the top of my limit, you better admit

That we top of the pyramid, I mean, who are you kiddin'?

Anybody willing to pretend

That we didn’t just reinvent how to do it

Is fuckin' losin' us in it

And I mean really what are we doin'

Comparing each other to one another

Like we ain’t just some new money to people?

These rich motherfuckers have no intention

Of ever letting a single one of us become illustrious, people

So cop the car, cop the chain, go full Gucci Mane

Know I love to (Know I love to)

Climb the ranks, wear the suit

Try to look cute like I’m supposed to

While I pin that, pen raps, tell a story, shoot balls

No Rapunzel;

these hoes ain’t lettin' down shit

That’s why

Feel like I’mma always be a thug tho (thug tho)

Poor, white, and pissy on a bar stool (bar stool)

My whole family, they all had it hard too (they had it hard too)

Yeah, we might get rich, but they don’t love you (don't love you)

The thug you (this thug you)

Please, don’t quote me the price, that ain’t even a flex

Send that invoice to PJ, he writes all of my checks

I-I just got off a plane, Bora Bora and back

A year ago I couldn’t tell you where that was on a map (huh)

Hollywood living, never thought I would be into it

But these bedposts are strip poles

When my girl wants to get intimate

Got a fridge full of champagne, organic eggs now

Cashmere throw blankets here just to cover my legs now

And it ain’t even cold, rockin' no socks in my shoes

Rafa in Santa Monica with a fireplace up on the roof

But you better know I’m still on my Bay shit

Really, like I never left it

Just got a few fewer boxes left on a very long checklist

And I can’t escape the pain of those that came befo'

Aware I got a ways to go to change the course

For my family and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to it

This club is calling me VIP, but c’mon I ain’t stupid

It’s just a paper in my pocket acting as a passport

If I lose it they would stop me at the gate and task force

Probably come up with the dogs lookin' for the drugs so I

Feel like I’mma always be a thug tho (thug tho)

Poor, white and pissy on a bar stool (bar stool)

My whole family, they all had it hard too (they had it hard too)

Yeah, we might get rich, but they don’t love you (don't love you)

The thug you (this thug you)

I said this goes out to my partners, man

I love you like you’re brothers

You’d give me your last dollar, but I’d never take it from ya uh

Wife beaters in the summer

Just checkin' out the work, tryna go home with a number uh

I runners

I just wanna drink, rap, and pop a couple stunners

Grab a little wake me up and chop it like it’s lumber

Talk shit and fuck us over, bro

Quick to run you over uh

But did we make a bunch of memories?

Tried to change my ways, hard to run away from tendencies

Made a lot of friends, also made a couple enemies

And I swear I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessy

Hey!

Up, up, and away

Where the fuck I stay, man?

Up, up in the Bay

Home of the Warriors, the Raiders and Oakland A’s

I got pot that’s makin' legal moves and fools that post for days

Yeah, my partners know that I’m a loyalist

I’m about as loyal and loyal gets

And I ain’t trippin' off the next man, so if you cross the fam

Then you’re guaranteed and ex man

See me comin', Chevy trucked up

Passenger side, gone off pills and fucked up

I got partners makin' moves nation and worldwide

And I ain’t heard no real shit ever since Furl died

Mob shit