Just A Thought

Rockstars in the making
Running so damn fast, I could probably hit a damn pavement
I'm like, "Fuck you, lil' bitch, pay me"
We gotta run away from Satan
We gotta run away and I know you don't wanna go run away
I just blew racks in the stacked denim, like two different people, we act different
Like you was stabbed in the back, but bitch, we was stabbed in the back different

Okay, hit your back different, lil' bitch, if you get the picture
I'm like, "God, can I live different? I just don't wanna act different"
I know we gotta run to a safe spot
I know I could change, but baby, it takes a lot
It's a lotta things in my head and I'm tryna shake 'em out
No, that boy can't take my spot
Sorry, you was just a thought
He say he gon' kill me, not
She love me, she love me not
He say he gon' get me, nah, I think I'm gon' get him first
Got a .45, hit a critical spot, might as well go and get his hearse
I know they wanna shut me out, I'm like, "Can I make it first?"

I know they wanna shut me out, I'm like, "Can I make it first?"
I know they wanna shut me out, I'm like, "Can I make it first?"
I know they wanna shut me out, I'm like, "Can I make it first?"

Rockstars in the making
Running so damn fast, I could probably hit a damn pavement
I'm like, "Fuck you, lil' bitch, pay me"
We gotta run away from Satan
We gotta run away and I know you don't wanna go run away
I just blew racks in the stacked denim, like two different people, we act different
Like you was stabbed in the back, but bitch, we was stabbed in the back different