THOUGHTS (feat. KAMARIA SARAI)

Hey eeee A way A way A way eee Ouu ooou A way a way a way I get dollars for my pain And pennies for my thoughts Ain't much to explain I'm the Realist in New York Crown Heights Nigga Rep my block every time I talk And I don't talk on these beats Mufucka I just walk I talk my shit to get my point across My Young boy stay with two guns They let it point across Pole dance New York train Niggas I'll set it off Niggas ain't put in to no work Niggas be calling off Pardon the violence I'm getting money now That why these bad bitches Call me And they love me now Now They say I'm acting funny now Cuz I be in the Penthouse On the Couch Al Bundy style No Bad Energy I be in My space Like the Jetsons Fly Nigga Out Of Space We Can't talk if I ain't getting Paid Cuz I gotta BM and Nigga Trynna Get a Wraith Not Trynna f*ck these bitches I went to High School With Either the fell off Or They on my Dick I ain't Cocky I Just Reminisce When I used to clean My Sneakers with Toothpaste Too think I'm Litt They ain't want me Then Cuz I ain't have it Then A Haitian Nigga But they used to call me African I was hoping thought that I would level up Now I'm Super Sayin Goku Style I got my Level Up Remember Used to take The Bus The B46 Got Off The Bus And Niggaz was trying to Rob My Kicks I wasn't jacking it I fought Niggaz And it work off Imagine them taking them kicks I put in work for That's I put in that work I'm a work horse Did everything to get up Off of that six floor Cuz I ain't never lie about Bout the reason why I be pissed off Tears behind the Smile you Solve that Shit Like a Jigsaw I will always be the one Still trying to find me a way A way A way Aaaa yeee I will always be the one Still trying to find me a way