QUICK THOUGHT

Me hating on a nigga Nah Y'all hating on a nigga It'd be weird if y'all didn't Hah This shit be for real, hell na its for fake I give a f*ck what they think , cause I'm raising the bar Everybody said they want smoke, and I must be that Za That shit you get straight off the jaw I say, f*ck em, let me finish my thought When you see me, don't ask about that bitch I ain't got much space for my thot I done broke the pot, I'm planted like the rest of my niggas Just put me right back in the field So, I can feel the wind, I can't wait to feel something real This just how I feel This shit get too real Been said f*ck being proper Play with that cake then rob betty crocker Jack move, crack an egg, then I mixe This shit hotter than 350 I'll leave you backing up in this bitch He don't know the degree that I'm willing to take All this shit that I gotta make Get real economic with the bread Nigga, I can't waste I can't pace keep going They tell me I'm the truth, but I'm already knowing I'm still flowing, ya Liquor talk, still pouring, ya God mind, I'm showing, ya Mator shit, still towing, ya This shit can't get off my back I'm really unmatched Like a unsealed Pack of a backwood Niggas ain't that, they act hood You can say you is, but you ain't But, f*ck it, I'm back to the bank Ayy, running numbers like the lottery This bitch got me feeling famous Got her friends calling when ever they spottingme she got an eye on me , trying to plot on me That shit ain't gon' stop me, though This just a quick thought from way below I gotta let you go I'm done, hoes Just lock me with cash, cash, cash, cash, cash You be a little nutty I should've never trusted But you live, and you learn I got more cash to earn I'm just slow burning this shit tell 4 nem bring the earn, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Smxllz, smxllz