Thoughts
Beatfreakz
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
Nigga violate, put him on the front page
Now his Mum gotta get a Gofundme page
Up in OT and I'm servin' the fiends
Told my Mum "I'll be back in a couple of days"
Wearin' the same boxers and socks for a couple of days, couple of days
All of this stress on my mind
I'm surprised that I don't have a couple of greys
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Cap, that's cap, that's cap, that's cap
I heard your raps, that's cap, that's cap
I was like seven or eight odd years in the bando, breathing in secondhand crack
I was watching Andy injecting heroin, I think that's what made me tapped
Ate the pussy good from the back
MAC 11 sittin' in the bag
Duct tape, wipe down the sides, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm cold so they call me A Ski
I don't rap on the beat, I just ski
And I'm still on the corner with the fiends
PSTD and the codeine
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
Still up in the ends, with the crooks and savs
Two nines on your neck, now you look like Adz
Rumour has it that you got bricks and things
Came to your home, pussy, man heard you're a kitchen king
I'm here with the team, don't compare me to him
I will never sell my soul, I'ma akh, how you mean?
Alhamdulillah, ar Rahman nir Raheem
Really get money in bundles
Them man just gemmin' it
Had somethin' in my genes that I got from my uncle
But it weren't inherited
Step out the Wraith, smile on my face, man try pop my eyes
Cut a long story short, man nearly lost his life
Cadet on my neck, have some respsect
Holdin' the set, I go to war if that's what it take
Entrepreneur, did it correct (yeah)
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
I just spent three thou' on a first date
Baby girl, did I spend enough? (Yeah)
These bitches, they're calling me crazy
But personally, I think I'm generous
She sucking my dick in the cinema
They're askin' me "How did I get this far?"
Made thousands of pounds out the rental car
I was dodging the feds in the fastest car
Work so hard, we be running from sleep
Español, baby girl, say "Si"
Losing my mind, I be runnin' off lean
One more time, baby girl say "Ski"
Please do not question me, I sip lean for PTSD
These demons inside of me, I got demons fightin' me
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
Nigga violate, put him on the front page
Now his Mum gotta get a Gofundme page
Up in OT and I'm servin' the fiends
Told my Mum "I'll be back in a couple of days"
Wearin' the same boxers and socks for a couple of days, couple of days
All of this stress on my mind
I'm surprised that I don't have a couple of greys
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Cap, that's cap, that's cap, that's cap
I heard your raps, that's cap, that's cap
I was like seven or eight odd years in the bando, breathing in secondhand crack
I was watching Andy injecting heroin, I think that's what made me tapped
Ate the pussy good from the back
MAC 11 sittin' in the bag
Duct tape, wipe down the sides, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm cold so they call me A Ski
I don't rap on the beat, I just ski
And I'm still on the corner with the fiends
PSTD and the codeine
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
Still up in the ends, with the crooks and savs
Two nines on your neck, now you look like Adz
Rumour has it that you got bricks and things
Came to your home, pussy, man heard you're a kitchen king
I'm here with the team, don't compare me to him
I will never sell my soul, I'ma akh, how you mean?
Alhamdulillah, ar Rahman nir Raheem
Really get money in bundles
Them man just gemmin' it
Had somethin' in my genes that I got from my uncle
But it weren't inherited
Step out the Wraith, smile on my face, man try pop my eyes
Cut a long story short, man nearly lost his life
Cadet on my neck, have some respsect
Holdin' the set, I go to war if that's what it take
Entrepreneur, did it correct (yeah)
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
I just spent three thou' on a first date
Baby girl, did I spend enough? (Yeah)
These bitches, they're calling me crazy
But personally, I think I'm generous
She sucking my dick in the cinema
They're askin' me "How did I get this far?"
Made thousands of pounds out the rental car
I was dodging the feds in the fastest car
Work so hard, we be running from sleep
Español, baby girl, say "Si"
Losing my mind, I be runnin' off lean
One more time, baby girl say "Ski"
Please do not question me, I sip lean for PTSD
These demons inside of me, I got demons fightin' me
Yeah, heroin, crack cocaine, she want some more
Murderers, green light, see how the blood just pour
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw
Lamborghini, suicidal doors
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (she want some more)
Patek on my wrist
You know there's levels to this, you see the bezel in this
They wanna smoke
I'm on whatever it is, I keep on tellin' them this
Call up my bro
He got the metal with him, he got the devil in him
Trappin' out foreigns, mm-mm
They don't want problems, mm-mm
Famous but still warring, mm-mm
They don't want smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Karl Wilson, Obi Ebele, Casyo Johnson, Ricky Banton, Adam Williams, Jahmori Simmons, Uche Ebele, Tejai Moore
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