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/
Relationship
Young Thug Lyrics
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Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
No baby, your collection, won't stand for it
You know you're in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin', "It's all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch 'bout to drag
Nigga had M's 'fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kill it, ten
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don't play with a sergeant, I'm ready to spoil it
She suckin' my dick, I'm hidin' in the closet
I'm hidin' the dope, three mil' in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I bought the jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That's the only reason I let 'em fly private
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
In Young Thug's song, Relationship, he talks about his crazy lifestyle, relationships, and how he treats his women. In the hook, he states that he is in a relationship with all of his women, but he needs help in cutting some of them off. This lyric can be interpreted in two different ways; Thug could be referring to his life of promiscuity, where he has multiple sexual partners, and he cannot decide which ones to cut off. On the other hand, he could also refer to his business relationships, where he has connections with many people, and he needs to cut some of them off.
Thug further talks about his lavish lifestyle where he puts his "bitches" on yachts instead of Jet-Ski's and rocks instead of ice. He boasts about buying a hundred new purses for his women and how he made them into starters. Thug also talks about being in the closet, hiding his drugs and having three million dollars in the room. Overall, Relationship can be interpreted as an anthem of living your best life without worrying about others' opinions.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up
We're showing off our wealth and success
Rose gold from your neck up
We're wearing expensive jewelry
You know you gon' get stopped, tryna check us
People will try to verify our wealth
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
We're taking drugs to feel good and powerful
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I'm involved with many women
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I'm struggling to end some of my relationships
I got some bad tings, I want 'em to myself
I want to keep some of my partners to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I need assistance in breaking off connections
I know how to make the girls go crazy
I know how to impress women
When you treat her like your number one baby
Treating a woman like a priority makes her happy
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
I take my partners on lavish trips
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I need others to help show off my wealth
No baby, your collection, won't stand for it
You can't compete with my collection of partners
You know you're in relationship with all us
You're involved with multiple partners like me
I get a few texts a day sayin', "It's all yours"
My partners reassure me of their commitment
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
I have people in different locations ready to assist with any needs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Get motivated to improve your status
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
I can afford to spend money on material goods
Chart broke, bitch 'bout to drag
I'm broke and struggling
Nigga had M's 'fore ass
I made millions before anyone could doubt me
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
I have a new partner
Rock the flooded AP, all black
I'm wearing expensive jewelry and a watch
White toes, give me a tan
My partner has white-painted toenails and I like it
Cocaine, kill it, ten
I use cocaine and it's powerful
All a bitch wanna do is shine
My partners want to show off their beauty and success
Audemars, pick which kind
I have multiple luxury watches to choose from
I made you a starter
I made you famous and successful
You went from a dime to a quarter
You became even more attractive and valued
I cheat code the projects
I have an unfair advantage in gaining success
I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
I'm leaving drugs in apartments
Don't play with a sergeant, I'm ready to spoil it
Don't play games with me, I'm willing to spend money to impress
She suckin' my dick, I'm hidin' in the closet
I'm engaging in sexual activities
I'm hidin' the dope, three mil' in the room
I'm concealing drugs and a large amount of money
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
You're privileged and I hired bodyguards for you
I bought the jet-skis
I bought expensive personal watercrafts
Give me the yacht please
I want an even bigger and more luxurious boat
I made you queen status
I elevated your status to royalty
Check out my lean status
Check out my wealth and success
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
I engaged in sexual activities with my partner
I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I'm successful in maintaining relationships with multiple women
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I engaged in sexual activities with my partner
I got your bitch in a backpack
My partner is easily manipulated and under my control
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I spent more money to have a room for children
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
I spent more money to have a recreation room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room
I have a luxurious living space for my partners
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
My partners have kept our relationship a secret
That's the only reason I let 'em fly private
I rewarded them with expensive travel accommodations for their discretion
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Eduardo Augusto Burgess Jr., Jeffrey Williams, Jonathan Antonio De La Rosa, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tariq Sharrieff
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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