Strive Hard Thug Affiliates

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Hello, I'm Brendan Miller.

Hello, I'm Brendan Miller. I stay ready for the war.

They not ready, I hit the corner with my hand on my Glock, ready to pop, set up shop where my niggas get paid all day.

Every day we out to hustle the game to have things. Small change, nigga. Came up, nigga, I got it big.

Smoke big blonde, nigga, where all my thug niggas live.

And this shit don't stop, that's why the world keep evolving. And problems, I ain't even trying to solve 'em.

So nigga, pay attention while I do just what I do.

They asking me what's up with all the niggas in my crew. I still hang with a few, and the rest of us divided.

And the other niggas -for clear, I really ain't decided.

-It's that Strive Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches.

It's that Strive Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches.

You can catch me up in that throwback.

Repping it tough, forty-nine and up, and I'm repping for Cali, now West up.

On blocks I post up like yields and stop signs.

Heavy enter game and catch a boy on the grind. Right now it's crunch time, do my pockets been touching?

My wife, she talk shit since we constantly struggling.

During the drought it's hard hustling, I gots to make moves. I work the grave by the sex up to these weird-ass dudes.

Since after the seventeenth, this work don't move 'til the first.

Mouth full of spitters, see I'm attached to the turf.

It's that Strive Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches. It's that Strive Hard

Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun -nilly-ass bitches.

-Now I be mashing, blasting for the chips, flip tips fast as to get the cash in my mitts.

Never distracted by a bitch when it comes to business. I'm in this shit to win this, without as my witness.

My mob is star vicious, rough and raw. Never stall when it comes to ball.

No trusting all, killing my heart, fuck the law.

They wanna tear me apart, and I been here from the start doing my thing. And you can tell from my art that I'm true to the game.

Recruited the gang and kept the whole set breathing.

My crew banging the flames, this fake shit be bleeding. What you motherfuckers think?

That the fourteen was finished? You can witness your team diminished to nothing in minutes.

'Cause when there's war wages, don't be begging for pity.

I'm a raging twelve-gauge scrap killer, collapsing your whole city.

And I stay strapped to tap you down with just one motherfucking round.

Representing the ground in my home turf or out of motherfucking bounds. It don't matter 'cause my whole turf be off the chain.

And lots of game that pass through these blocks. From Weber Park right off Main to

Oakland Ave, we grow up zab.

From Elm Street to High Street, motherfuckers where your hoe got stabbed. Don't know our dads, but you probably know our moms. West

Rose Hill's the neighborhood where they blow up bombs.

But can never burn us down, turn the town into the war zone.

Forty-fours pound in the rock pads for my inventory to leave this entire block flat.

Three-eighty cocked back, homie forty snap, spot that. For the motherfuckers who wanna talk back, I got seven shots.

Push you off with a lock back.

Homie, Strive Hard Thugafili, there ain't no way you can -stop that. BG fourteen.

-It's that Strive Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches.

It's that Strive Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches.

It's Jungle Amy and you know that I got it. I'm the hottest ever rocking Strive Hard Thugafili.

Yeah, boxers got a pistol, cock it if you ain't got one.

Then go cop one, AK nines and shotguns. I peep the block, son. Flowers don't blossom on my side of Roseville.

The streets is dirty like a landfill. The game is at a standstill, a stalemate.

Have you ever seen a man killed? Eyes open, pale face, move at a snail pace.

We gotta keep it moving 'cause the game we losing.

'Cause the game we abusing like cigars, like a Cuban.

In the bars I'm shooting, hundred proof on you come jacking, you know I'm Grey Goosing.

It's that Strive Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches. It's that Strive

Hard Thugafiliish shit, where the Phillies get lit, slanging gilly by the brick.

The game is really sick 'cause the game really flick to the snitches and the milly bun nilly-ass bitches