Deep in My Thoughts
Deep in my thoughts
Sometimes I be like what am I thinking
Most of sins I blame on it the Benjamin Franklins
I know it's killing us we still up pour up and drank it
Raise your glass up
Let's make a toast to this gang shit
Playing with fire
Like you didn't know that it was dangerous
I know revenge is wrong and all
But the feelings amazing
Keep it real stick to your word
Then you don't have to change it
If you not talking bout them bandz
Then you don't speak my language
Pull up in a space ship and I can blow the brains out
But I'd rather stack it up and use it when the rains out
You didn't come from where I came from
We took a different route
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers that didn't make it out
Gotta let it go because cuz its way too much think about
West coast weed
But I like my bitches from the South
I don't believe the talk
Impress with your actions not your Mouth
Y'all boys need the fame shame on you do anything for Clout
That's the type sucka shit that I don't about
I'm so turnt in this bitch and I'm not turning down
Circle tight as belts I gotta watch who I'm around
My homies lift me up but all your potnas let you down
That's the type sucka shit that I don't about
I'm so turnt in this bitch and I'm not turning down
Circle tight as belts
Cuz I know treason is around
That money counter adding up I love the way it sound
Sometimes I be like what am I thinking
Most of sins I blame on it the Benjamin Franklins
I know it's killing us we still up pour up and drank it
Raise your glass up
Let's make a toast to this gang shit
Playing with fire
Like you didn't know that it was dangerous
I know revenge is wrong and all
But the feelings amazing
Keep it real stick to your word
Then you don't have to change it
If you not talking bout them bandz
Then you don't speak my language
Pull up in a space ship and I can blow the brains out
But I'd rather stack it up and use it when the rains out
You didn't come from where I came from
We took a different route
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers that didn't make it out
Gotta let it go because cuz its way too much think about
West coast weed
But I like my bitches from the South
I don't believe the talk
Impress with your actions not your Mouth
Y'all boys need the fame shame on you do anything for Clout
That's the type sucka shit that I don't about
I'm so turnt in this bitch and I'm not turning down
Circle tight as belts I gotta watch who I'm around
My homies lift me up but all your potnas let you down
That's the type sucka shit that I don't about
I'm so turnt in this bitch and I'm not turning down
Circle tight as belts
Cuz I know treason is around
That money counter adding up I love the way it sound
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Writer(s): Lyle Harris
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