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Think About It

 

Think About It

(album: Eazy 8 - 2020)


When it's all said and done
How you gon' feel?
How you gon' view, of what you did?
When it's all said and done
How you gon' feel?
How you gon' view, of what you said?
Just, just, just, just think about it
Just, think about it
Just, think about it

See the sun ain't gon' shine forever
But shit as long as that bitch chuffed, me and mine gon' be here shining together
I get high whenever, but still it's business over pleasure
Fuck, it's better I'm renaming gang just now or never
Look, reminiscing 25 thing off in my hoody
Riding on that 210, making 5 cases playing hookie
Now a nigga need at least a dub-five, he tryna book me
Your favorite rapper come round this side, we prolly crook him
Trill type, I don't rap shit but my real life
The in-the-field type
Designer jeans tuck and conceal pipes
And it's still nice
The way that I'm living don't feel right
But shit, fuck it at least niggas is still here right?
Right

When it's all said and done
How you gon' feel?
How you gon' view, of what you did?
When it's all said and done
How you gon' feel?
How you gon' view, of what you said?
Just, just, just, just think about it
Just, think about it
Just, think about it

Old school bullshit they love from a nigga
Cuz obviously positive shit ain't enough from a nigga
Instead of peace, instead of happiness and love from a nigga
They want drugs, on bloods, and fuck the judge from a nigga
Now see
They my peoples, they gon' get what they ask for
That pistol grass doing that digit on digi-dash flow
I'm owning all my masters, now it's wagyu at Mastro's
And I know for sure this cashflow that suckas mad for
But bitch, I'm out the muddy and now it's money to the ceiling
And I know them checks I'm touching got them suckas in they feelings
And I also know this revenue I see as being ridiculous
But I'm not involved in any move that isn't beneficial
My nigga
My perception Percy Miller, I don't see a limit
I got Cash Money just like Slim and Brian "Baby" Williams
Fuck making friends, the interest is making millions
I look at the bigger picture bitch with 20/20 vision
Look

When it's all said and done
How you gon' feel?
How you gon' view, of what you did?
When it's all said and done
How you gon' feel?
How you gon' view, of what you said?
Just, just, just, just think about it
Just, think about it
Just, think about it

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