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Skrapz

Think Of You

 

Think Of You

(album: 80's Baby - 2014)


This mixtape had the streets calling
It was meant to drop summer but I had a couple things gwarning
Now it's landed it's crazy, it's wavy
Mainly for peeps that was babies in the eighties
Music ain't been the same lately
Every minute they be coming with a new sound
As a yute I had two videos
One was Michael Jackson and the other one was Bobby Brown
Ask my brother if I never used to break it down
House parties at my sister's shut down
Nowadays the only time you'll ever catch me in a house party is if a motherfucking gun around
I wish Biggie would have stuck around
I felt sad when I heard they licked Pac down
Fast forward to the present
Currently this is 2014 and you're listening to Skrapz now
Ice City got the whole game locked down
And if it isn't Ice City then it popped down
Telling feds that the tree can't cut down
Cah the roots too deep in the soil
I tell a ho that these hoes ain't loyal
In my whip listening to "hoes ain't loyal"
Niggas say I'm hard, me and Nina's on fire
I had to tell 'em just cool cah the kettle don't boil
We're something like diamonds and oil
Them man are all plastic and foil
Nah they can't do it like this
My team's at the top like a satellite dish
Or now they don't free Ish
If he ever hears this, my nigga, man's criss
I know now they don't free Jigz
I've got a big list full of niggas man miss
I'll bill a quick spliff, learn how to get rich
I'm not in fifth gear yet, let alone sixth
Fuck crack, I've been in the Matrix
My niggas in the trap, call me Mr Break Bricks
My nigga take four and I'll give you back six
Couple more flips, might cop a next whip
Niggas on the other side wanna chat shit
Man will put 'em in a coma, leave 'em on drip
Catch me on the other side, weapon on hip
Rag round my face, got me looking like Crip
Anyway just listen to my shit
It's hit after hit after hit after hit after hit

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