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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I said I'm corporate thuggin', CTE Until the day I die, that's the way it's gon' be Thug Motivation I'm bumpin' in my 3 Blowin' on some killer shit that I got from Zone 3 Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee I'm good in every hood, everybody know me So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin' Pray for Uncle Ray, yeah, that nigga still beamin' Lookin' fly in the cockpit, a nigga still leanin' Money out here, so a nigga still schemin' And I don't make music for the motherfuckin' critics They don't understand cause they ain't motherfuckin' live it And I ain't trippin' on The Source, I got a motherfuckin' plug Keep your five mics, I'm still a motherfuckin' thug Now the question is can a nigga really rap? And the answer is, "You ever been to the trap?" Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time And I be goddamned if I let you waste mine Like change for the better, but I'm still strapped Trigger-happy nigga, don't make me relapse Attitude like "fuck it", they hatin' anyway And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say "You still talkin blow?" You goddamn right What else I'm gon' say? That's my motherfuckin' life I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Ochos Rios Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas Brought a few pills but that's only for the skeezers Used my black card but that's only for the reefer What's up! (Let's go) [Hook: Young Jeezy] Not a day go by, that I ain't high Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly) 26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high (So high) And I'ma keep it hood, homie, that's no lie Not a day go by, that I ain't high Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly) Get it how we live, yeah, we try to get by (So high) We throw it all in the air, baby, that's no lie What's up! [Verse 2: Blood Raw] Blood Raw, everybody love me (Yeah) Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy corporate thuggin' Glasses in the air, everybody toastin' Gettin' fucked up, nigga, everybody totin' (Oh) Posted with a broad, yeah, she blacker then an African Hair down her back like she mixed with Italian (Hahahaha) Mami so thick, man she look like a stallion Introduced her to my partner, yeah it's on, so what's happenin'? [Verse 3: Slick Pulla] What's happenin'? Dead presidents (Chea) briefcase full of 'em (Uh-huh) Couldn't take a chance, we do it for the love of 'em (C'mon) Livin' life fast (Yeah) we do it for the rush of it Rubber band stacks, we do it for the touch of it (Okay!) This shit don't stop (Stop) Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'til my casket drop (Yeah) Yams in the booth, did the same on the block (Block) Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot (Knot) U.S.D.A.! [Hook: Young Jeezy] Not a day go by, that I ain't high Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly) 26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high (So high) And I'ma keep it hood, homie, that's no lie Not a day go by, that I ain't high Hit the mall every day, nigga, I stay fly (So fly) Get it how we live, yeah, we try to get by (So high) We throw it all in the air, baby, that's no lie What's up! [Outro] So fly, so high So fly, so high So fly, so high So fly, so high