Tuff 40 - THISSIDEUP

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's that Tuff Shyt
Tuff, coming hot, steaming like a barrel on a gun
Still so hot, I could hold about a hundred suns, and it's over a hundred Fahrenheit
Had to exhale the smoke just to cool me off, right?
Shit is just a breeze when you been this wise, like ordering the drink and the meal
When you got the fries, like fuck, that's the whole meal
That's why you trade your health for a good deal
My mission is straight, make my music keep fucking off, but maybe I will get paid
Still get caught up looking at dumb shit people say, but it's the internet, it be that way
Shut your fucking mouth and let me hear what you got
Be somewhere in the mountains with my friends, dropping pots
Oh no, telling if we tripping or not
Oh no, telling if we tripping or not
Tuff shit the way Mr. 40 spit, big checks with the team, of course we split
What's wrong with that deal? It's a bunch of words I can't read
Then fuck it, we gon' dip. No sign of Tuff writing in ink
It smell like corporate shit and monetary greed. I stay OP and hopefully low key
Bitch, I'm fragile, cracking easy like a cheap bowl piece
I'm packed in full, what happens when that style you bite it becomes wack and dull
I'm finna fucking rage, in a glass china shop, I'm the bull fucking up the day

Written by:
Taylor Green

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