My Thoughts Part II

Basically, All the fake love get away from me
Lately I been focused on the bag so don't play with me
Just because I fucked a couple nights don't mean you stay with me
It ain't like if I go get a sentence u gone wait for me
Top down stand up on the pedal brody race with me
Tell lil momma blow me like a blunt baby, face me
I can see the smirk from the thoughts of just erasing it
Nigga gone head do yo thang Ain't no hate in me
Nigga say he got em for what? I got em less
Brody said he taking em where? Why not invest?
I was standing in the fire I ain't had no business
Bitch ain't no going back n forth I ain't playing no tennis
Steady serving out the rental with my mind onna million
How can I get em out the streets I'm tired of loosing my niggas
Living with a broken heart I shoulda teased my bro
Next day the bag landing and it still got sold
I rather cut her off cause niggas kill bout hoes
I watched her living with yo money and she still my hoe
She wanna fuck I won't even hit her
I said I told you I never need a bitch before you need a nigga
Ride with me while I meet a nigga
Its just a play just to show all the cheese that a nigga getting
I missed the road man its been a minute
When you gone niggas playing with the bag so I'm never sending
To really know me is to understand me
To really know what I really been thru when I'm still standing
Niggas acting like they threw me when I didn't have it
I was standing on the side watching niggas laughing

Look how these bitches treat you when you ain't got no motherfuckin money, fuck that look how these niggas treat you when you don't got no motherfuckin money nigga keep grinding fuck these niggas live for yourself you hear me? Muhfuckers always playing crazy. Fuck it up and run it back up on niggas, shit ain't nothin to a real nigga, yeah

I hear the snakes hissing
Really not really cause I'm playing with that blender
Its a hard life when u playin with that pistol...
Pray for my goon...
Paranoid when we out fightin demons from the shit he blew
It ain't no fit then a shit or 2
All I gotta do is make 1 call just to get it thru
You wanna know? Well I'm living proof
All I know is no excuses anything else get excused
I'm pouring drank I'm feeling screwed
Having visions of me swimming in the money like my nigga Scrooge
She call me broke, these bitches rude
I can pay yo rent from March till December Bitch don't get confused
Smoking to my name put a bag back on me
Some of my niggas turn to killas they will Mad max on you
I be chilling but don't make me put yo stash back on me
I'm on the gram flashing racks fuck a flashback homie
I'm in the bar with that bag back on me that 4 nickel
In traffic with that bag back on me I got a issue
I swear I tried to quit but its sucking me in
I done served everything but never fucked up a bean
She on my dick so wassup with yo friend I want em both
What would you really do for that paper I wanna know
I can't count how many times niggas stabbed my back
Its overlapping all the times niggas had my back