Thoughts

When I thought niggas really had my back, I was ridin' till a nigga had a flat If bro had the strap, gimme that You ain't even gotta blow it, you ain't leavin' with a scratch Remember days when we linked, used to match .8, .8, and we lit it with a match You get left, I ain't doublin' back Don't remember you there when I fell through the cracks And nowadays, I ain't fuckin' with niggas Left in the past, where a couple of niggas at And I ain't finna bluff with you niggas, get put in the air with the smoke, where your niggas at And I know you spoke, I ain't feelin' that, f*ck what you say, if I say, then we spinnin If I blow, will it make me a villain?, Wonder why hoes want a hand for a living Wish you could see through my eyes, see all the fraud and the snake and the friends in disguise Tired of hearin' the lies, thought you would keep with the band, but that's 1.99 Ask if I trust, I say nah I get my hopes up for you, then I'm gettin' let down I ain't feel love in a while, at least when I thought it was love in them times, I was proud Fake it to make it, why they just can't keep it real, swear I need to stop fuckin' with basics Goin' through phases, they used to ask what's the deal with me, I was just makin' arrangements Secured and I'm sanctioned, ain't have a candle with me, it was dark, I was all in the basement A fuckin' replacement, please do not tempt me, I got it, your head gonna need a new placement Ahead but ain't racin', huh, give him a shell, watch him take it, huh Hand him a hollow, he vacant, huh Headshot, ain't aimin' for Asics Can't be you, I been me, cause you niggas shape shift Off the gorilla, be zooted, go ape shit I got a shot, I'ma take it I'm from where out, where a nigga don't make it All this shit on my mind, sometimes I wonder and stare at the sky See through it all, but I act like I'm blind How you got yours, but you want some of mine I make a call and them shells gon' go flyin', mind of a peasant, the face of a dime I cannot love her and she can't tell why I break her heart, I be makin' her cry, damn, f*ck it I hit that block and spin back like it's nothin They wanna do what I do like a puppet As for the 22, I gotta tuck it Boy where we runnin' to, I don't miss nothin' F*ck what they doin', I be on my grind Bitches pursuin', they wastin' my time Ask how I'm doin', I tell them I'm fine Know that we shootin', you crossin' that line