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[Intro: Bigga Rankin & Project Youngin] 
Every loss wasn't meant to keep you down young nigga 
Sometimes in order to build we must destroy 
Lose it all and see who stays down for the motherfuckin' come up 
Everybody else gets taxed, fuck nigga fever 
It's the Youngin ho 

[Verse 1: Project Youngin] 
Done took some losses and I bounced back off every one 
Ain't felt played, we gettin' paid, don't do this shit for fun 
Love your niggas but you can't trust nobody 

Do your own dirt, boy you better move in silence, yeah 
This shit get wicked in my city 
Lot of bodies been found, the police don't know who did it 
They put art, it's fucked up, puttin' hoes before they business 

Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 

Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 
Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 
When them times get hard is you gon' stand by me? 
I done been through situations that showed me who real 
I been to jail a couple times, I swear to God I ain't squeal 
They was lookin' for me, talking trafficking 
Fuck the feds, and I still salute Lil Kid 
That boy know what he did, yeah 

[Chorus: Project Youngin] 
Everything gon' happen like it's meant to be 
I'ma see who really meant for me 

Pray my niggas never change on me, switch lanes on me 
Hoes tryna run that lil game on me 
Been through a lot, this ain't a game to me 
Cold world, I keep my flame on me, money ain't a thing to me 
Lost people meant the world, it ain't the same to me 
It's gon' happen like it's meant to be 
Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 
Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 
Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 
Thug Souljas, Thug Souljas 
Cold world, I keep my flame on me, money ain't a thing to me 
Lost people meant the world, it ain't the same to me 

My brothers and my sisters need me, bitch I'm grindin' smarter 
And every day I wake up to get my cake up
A couple car crashes and shoot outs, I made it, prayed up 
Still stressin', fuck a hater, I'm 'bout my paper 
We gotta grind now to shine now, fuck later 
From flippin' bricks to flippin' homes, the goal a lot of acres 
You ever crossed me, nigga God can't even save you 
Shout out to the hoes that tried to play us 
You can keep your heart 'cause it's hard to get you sprayed up 
Ain't playin' 'bout my feelings, solid nigga what I'm made of 
And I ain't got time to keep breaking up the maker 
No Jerome but I'm from the Himalayas