Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 Song Lyrics
Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 by GoldLink [GoldLink:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mm-hmm
Yeah, jheeze
(This sounds like Nyge)
Yeah
I don't do sh*t for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do sh*t for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I was sixteen when I buss my case
When I start rappin' had to hide my face
I was movin' packs right up out my place
Had to buss moves so I leave no trace
Boy turn snitch, trust no b**ch
Ain't no love, I love sticks
Never show fear but f**k all that
I was in the field with a shield
And whole lotta deals and whole lotta money, give no f**k about a rap
[Dan Diggerz:]
Niggas be thinkin' I'm rude (Rude)
Hit up my shooter to shoot
Tobacco is all in my zoot
Keep me a knife in my boot
b**ch thought she was cute
Buss me a script by the pool
GoldLink my guy, you a fool
[GoldLink:]
I don't do sh*t for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do sh*t for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin wit some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
[Pressa:]
Lil' boy swim, lil' boy drown
If that nigga ain't used to water, crack, cocaine
Yeah a young nigga try get it like coach carter
Dah-dah-dah, dah
They know Pressa
She need runnin' down,John Connor
Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter
Told her partner, she from Dower
Campin' out, camp for hours
CD look like CN Tower
Gotta grave and a flower
Young nigga he came from powder
Got finesse, got Drugs, Novocane and super sour
From the streets, nigga, b**ch
That nigga he fooled that trial
I don't know 'bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat
See my niggas servin', crack, cocaine and dodgin' deets
Young nigga white tee, dope boy, Forces no crease
And the police see my jew-el-ry for evi-d-ence