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Thug Letter
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Thug Letter was released on July 17, 2024 by MNRK Records LP as a part of the album Lit Rocket
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Release DateJuly 17, 2024
LabelMNRK Records LP
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OBN Jay
OBN Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Jones Jr.
Jeremy Jones Jr.
Lyrics
Marques Gotch
Marques Gotch
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Musik MajorX
Musik MajorX
Producer
B100
B100
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
No stylist but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm living even better
Writing notes, this a thug letter
Trying to get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhyming with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG, still throw back
Swag get deep, new kango hat
Locked in the booth, **** know where I'm at
Living my life, this just ain't rap
Fuck ass **** be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
[Verse 1]
I'm a hood baby, everybody know
Growing up, pops slanging dope
In poverty, the funds been low
My big brother in and out of court
I'm saving up 'cause you never know
Old money stashed in the floor
Judge called life for the bro
Damn, they did my **** wrong
[Bridge]
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
[Bridge]
I want you to hold it all the way down for a real ****
I appreciate the family that's on my side and that's still with me
[Chorus]
No stylist but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm living even better
Writing notes, this a thug letter
Trying to get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhyming with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG, still throw back
Swag get deep, new kango hat
Locked in the booth, **** know where I'm at
Living my life, this just ain't rap
Fuck ass **** be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
[Verse 2]
A lot of fans telling me that I made it
Came from nothing, I'm momo baby
Stacking real Benjamins up lately
How you hating and your shit outdated?
In the studio, I'm getting faded
Old school, put the bitch on Daytons
Private chef whipping grits and bacon
I hustle for it, I can't let you take it
Ain't no money for you inside
Crossing states in a red eye
It feel so late, but I'm on time
Pass me the ball, I'ma dunk mine
OG mason, real on the dime
Great lamb chops from Ocean Prime
Getting more money still on my mind
Flip that shit when it's crunch time
[Outro]
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Written by: Jeremy Jones Jr., Marques Gotch
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