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My Thoughts

 

My Thoughts

(album: JetSkiWave 2 - 2015)


Know when you come from nothing
You have to appreciate everything (every bloodclart ting)

They say they love me, they don't love me though
I'm tryna keep my friends to a minimal
I'm all about my money, 'bout my decimals
Tell my enemies I'mma get rid of y'all
They don't really wanna get physical
Bare talk man, these niggas too lyrical
Getting blessed, now I'm feeling all spiritual
I thank God for the life that I'm living, woo
They thought that I was nutting but a criminal
Then I made it from the bottom, what a miracle
Take a look at where I'm living, I'm just chilling, boo
In my flip-flops, big boy living room
You are not invited, I ain't feeling you
I know dem man but tell me who the fuck are you?
You never put it in, I never heard of you
You can't trust your own fam, they will murder you (trust)
The street's so cold, I be turning blue
Fuck Valentine's Day, I got no love for you (bitch)
Everybody's saying what they're gonna do
Let me tell you once more, I ain't feeling you
The money turned me to a prick
My money got you feeling like shit
The money made me fuck your dream chick
Now you niggas wanna hate, I don't really give a shit
The money got me taking trips
The money got me pushing different whips
The money's for my family and my clique
Fam, the money got you tripping, you ain't tryna share shit
You're a prick, you tried to rob me for a cheque
I can't believe I have so much respect
You're lucky that I'm chasing my career
If this was '010, fam, you would've disappeared though
I kill the rap game every year
I do a hell of shows, you could catch me anywhere
They say they go there, they ain't really really there
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm still the man of the year

Bitch, I'm coming from the streets, every day I'm on my feet
Getting money, little nigga gotta eat
They ain't trapping, they're just on a trap beat
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be

Bitch, I'm coming from the streets, every day I'm on my feet
Getting money, little nigga gotta eat
They ain't trapping, they're just on a trap beat
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be

They say they've had a bad day, G, I've had a hard life
Shoutout to my mum, she was there in hard times
When I was on the block tryna flip it to a 9
I never went school cause I was always on the line
On the grind, still stacking pennies all the time
Semi on my side when I'm on the other side, otherwise
This could be the day I fucking die
I will never let these pussyholes make my mum cry, I'm out
Fuck a bed, I fell asleep on the block
I woke up in the car at 8 o'clock on the dot
No bath, feeling scatty, oh I nearly forgot
To say I ain't been home cause I'm still on the run
I'm off ends with a yatty, no clubbing for me
Can't afford to get stopped so no shotting for me
I'm on the road, nobody knows where I'm going to sleep
They don't know the bitch I fuck or where I'm getting my weed
See, I ain't slipping, babes, fuck going cinema
Let's take a flight to somewhere hot, be where the rivers are
Matter of fact, don't even link me, just stay where you are
I need to get my money right, no time for fucking now
No time for loving, I ain't got no time for stressing
This shit's a blessing, man, I learned a couple lessons
Nobody loves you in the jungle, in the desert
They want the money, want your fame, them niggas jealous

Bitch, I'm coming from the streets, every day I'm on my feet
Getting money, little nigga gotta eat
They ain't trapping, they're just on a trap beat
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be

Bitch, I'm coming from the streets, every day I'm on my feet
Getting money, little nigga gotta eat
They ain't trapping, they're just on a trap beat
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be
I'm the one you little niggas wanna be

done

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