Thug was born amongst the masses eliminating any doubt that he wouldn’t be special. The second youngest child of 11 children developed a skill for standing out amongst many, early. Young Thug moved to Jonesboro, an impoverished suburb of Georgia where his lifestyle was engrossed by the crime, drug addiction and violence that surrounded him. It was there that he developed an insatiable appetite to succeed his current situation. After discovering and acknowledging his talent and creativity for music in 2010, Thug started a new hustle that would soon mature as one of the most promising music careers in the South. He also founded the record label YSL ( Young Stoner/Slatt Life) in 2010.
Eyeballing the throne of Hip hop royalty, Young Thug began to create a sound and style that would inevitably place him on top. Young Thug’s catchy verses and raw lyrical talent distinguished noise from art, clearly being the latter his creations are the best that remain of Southern hip hop. He is the embodiment of the evolution of Southern hip-hop. Young Thug is the representative for a generation that doesn't see hip-hop as a hobby but a lifestyle. Keeping true to himself, his art, and his home Young Thug will stand alone as the one true savior of the Southern movement.
2. Young Thug aka The Demon Child is hardcore/horrorcore rapper/beatmaker from Central France. Often collaborated with Lil Prod. Also he made 2 albums under the alias Da Mystic Terror, in these 2 albums he changed his voice to make it sounds like it's an other person rapping.
Official blogspots:
http://demonchildproductions.blogspot.com/
http://lilproddiscographie.blogspot.com/
Homie
Young Thug Lyrics
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DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya dig? Ya dig?
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
If a pussy nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
Pussy nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
RIP to Troup, pour it out
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I want chicken wings on the side
You got higher dreams when you fly
Until then you're never near the sky
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
You was the plug, then you the homie
You never tell, then you the homie
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
I'ma get back at your stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
I be fucking your Wednesday crush
I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
All of that shit be made up
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah
I took the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Blue cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime shit
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it
The lyrics to Young Thug's song "Homie" feature the rapper's signature style of rhyming and playful wordplay. He opens the song by acknowledging his collaboration with DJ Carnage, saying "DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?" He identifies that "homie" can be a term of endearment or something more sinister depending on one's actions, and posits that if someone has bail or isn't stale, they are the homie. He speaks to growing up with criminals and celebrates living life to the fullest while staying loyal to the homies who never snitched on him.
Thug also warns that if someone messes with him, they will be left "in the sea with some tons strapped to [their] ankles," and declares that he can get anyone "whacked real easy." He puts down fake friends and boasts of his wealth and fashion sense, mentioning a Birkin bag, Chanel clothing, and a $10,000 toe ring. However, he also acknowledges his difficult past, including becoming a father at age 15. He ends the song by offering the advice to "stay ready to keep from gettin' ready" and being prepared to take advantage of opportunities.
Line by Line Meaning
DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger and DJ Carnage are collaborating
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger and DJ Carnage are collaborating
You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
Do you understand what I am saying?
Ya dig? Ya dig?
Do you understand?
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
I opened a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne but did not pour myself a glass
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
We arrive to the club in foreign cars and the women know who we are
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
This is for those who criticized me and are now drinking their problems away with cough syrup
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
I became a father at 15 and had to grow up quickly
Player, oh you the homie
Oh, you're my friend
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you didn't snitch, then you're a loyal friend
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you helped me out of jail, then you're a true friend
If you not stale, then you the homie
If you're not boring, then you're a fun friend
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
I grew up surrounded by people who broke the law and were involved in shady activities
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
If you wear Chanel, then you're fashionable
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
I purchased a Birkin bag, a luxury item typically associated with women
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
These guys are snitching, they're not trustworthy
Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
Expose that weak and insignificant person's mistakes to the public
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Dump his body with weights on his ankles in the ocean
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
Don't mess with me, I'm unpredictable
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
I'm going to kill him and he'll become an angel in the afterlife
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Are you really going to kill him?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Yes, I'm going to kill him
Don't come around with the anger
Don't approach me with hostility
You know everybody having bangers
Everyone has guns these days
If a pussy nigga play with me
If someone weak tries to mess with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
Kirk Franklin, a gospel musician, can't save him from my wrath
I can get you whacked real easy
I can have you killed easily
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
You're not part of my circle, you're an outsider
Pussy nigga you're no danger
You weak and pose no threat
Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
My tough female companion will beat you up
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
I have people who will do my bidding
She'll close range ya, hah
She'll shoot from close range
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
Drinking cough syrup, slow down
RIP to Troup, pour it out
Rest in peace to my friend Troup, pour out some alcohol as a tribute
They want me dead but I can't ever die
There are those who wish me harm but I will always survive
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Others live a false life, but I always tell the truth
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I'm associated with organized crime
I want chicken wings on the side
I want chicken wings as a side dish
You got higher dreams when you fly
When you're successful, you have bigger aspirations
Until then you're never near the sky
Until you achieve success, you're nowhere close to greatness
You was the plug, then you the homie
You were the source of my drugs, now we're friends
You never tell, then you the homie
You're a true friend if you never snitch
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
I have weapons and violent associates around me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
My enemies know not to mess with me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
I keep a Mac-10 gun in my Louis Vuitton bag
Look like I got the computers on me
It looks like I'm carrying computers due to the weight of my gun
I'ma get back at your stupid ass
I'm going to retaliate against you
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
We're going to kill you as soon as possible
I be fucking your Wednesday crush
I'm having sex with the person you have a crush on
I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
I'm with a girl who is infatuated with me
All of that shit be made up
All the rumors about me are false
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
Because I'm famous, people spread false rumors about me
She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
She's going to have sex with me and move in a way to please me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
I'll pay her to have sex with me
Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
Although my young female companions are accustomed to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah
I spent a lot of money as if I were Jay-Z and Beyoncé's daughter
I took the bales out in the rainy weather
I transported drugs in bad weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
This is an eight-passenger jet with engines, not propellers
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
I'm powerful and have associates with me, like German Shepherds
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
I'm wealthy but I'm also prepared to have a tumultuous and destructive relationship like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston
Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it
I can't let you leave because you don't understand the situation
Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm wearing an expensive toe ring
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
I'm wearing Giuseppe sandals
With my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
I have tattoos on my toes as well
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
I have a lot of cash, all in hundred dollar bills
Blue cheese, no ranch
My money is like blue cheese, not like ranch dressing
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Do you like that?
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
I really like it and it's at a high level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
I'm wearing a diamond-encrusted Audemars Piguet and Rolex watch
It's YSL slime shit
It's YSL (Young Stoner Life) gang-related content
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
You have to always be prepared so you don't have to scramble when necessary, do you understand?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it
When the money is available, call me and I'll take it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Thug went so hard
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this music video is so cool
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Roy Purdy stfu and dance
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Roy you inspired me to joint the pink and green movement
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Royyyyyyyyyy
@shm3lt
its crazy how he has 20 different voices throughout a verse