Think About It
The whole thing about life is
Once you get in it it's no turning back
So you got to make the most of every opportunity you are given
Like, we just out here tryna win, we out here tryna succeed
No matter what obstacles hold us back, but
Believe, we gon get it by any means necessary, you hear me
Ugh
Fresher than a Mentos, red carpet event clothes
My fellas in Margiela, I'm in Oscar de la Renta
Dressin' like we rich folks, flexin' for these rich hoes
We tryna build a brand you see, our legacies, cement those
No filters, we just taking pictures with them pretty bitches
She follow me on Twitter, I just didn't pay attention
And she thought it was funny when I asked her what is Snapchat
I'm busy getting money so I can't follow your Snapchat
Still the same nigga bitches used to turn they back at
But now I double back with double G's over the backpack
My shit is authenic though, I talk slick and spit sick, I got an arsenic flow
Whoa
Niggas know the name, but they pretend they don't
Same ones that say they'll ride for you it's clear they won't
Yeah, I just take it in stride
You know what they say bout life, take it one day at a time, right
I got em goin' nuts, what the fuck is up
And she just took it on the chin like an uppercut
My shit's disgustin' bruh, leave you with the bubble guts
And Crate Digginz got em jumpin' like it's double dutch
Haha
Think about it
Uh
Just think about it
Fresher than some Listerine, strong as antihistamines
Every day is Sunday, closet full of True Religion jeans
Nowadays things seem so different
Posted in the VIP, just me and plenty women friends
I've been known to get it in, Dubby makin' dividends
We been makin' moves, breaking news, alert CNN
SWID gang, I'm on my sleep when I die shit
Flight Boys, I'll forever stay fly bitch
I wasn't born rich, but when I die I will be
Hey, put your hands in the air if you feel me
Give you the real me every time my pen bleeds
I spit acid while these rat bastards spill beans
Dope man, I put crack on wax
I got fiends running back when they hear my tracks
Facts only, everything's real in my raps homie
I got goons around the globe that'll vouch for me
Uh, turkey bacon got me feeling straight
I been a great, doing laps around my swimming mates
I need a mirror just to look into a winner's face
I'll just sit this food for thought down on your dinner plate
Wait
My nigga think about it
Yeah, haha
Think about it
Ugh
Once you get in it it's no turning back
So you got to make the most of every opportunity you are given
Like, we just out here tryna win, we out here tryna succeed
No matter what obstacles hold us back, but
Believe, we gon get it by any means necessary, you hear me
Ugh
Fresher than a Mentos, red carpet event clothes
My fellas in Margiela, I'm in Oscar de la Renta
Dressin' like we rich folks, flexin' for these rich hoes
We tryna build a brand you see, our legacies, cement those
No filters, we just taking pictures with them pretty bitches
She follow me on Twitter, I just didn't pay attention
And she thought it was funny when I asked her what is Snapchat
I'm busy getting money so I can't follow your Snapchat
Still the same nigga bitches used to turn they back at
But now I double back with double G's over the backpack
My shit is authenic though, I talk slick and spit sick, I got an arsenic flow
Whoa
Niggas know the name, but they pretend they don't
Same ones that say they'll ride for you it's clear they won't
Yeah, I just take it in stride
You know what they say bout life, take it one day at a time, right
I got em goin' nuts, what the fuck is up
And she just took it on the chin like an uppercut
My shit's disgustin' bruh, leave you with the bubble guts
And Crate Digginz got em jumpin' like it's double dutch
Haha
Think about it
Uh
Just think about it
Fresher than some Listerine, strong as antihistamines
Every day is Sunday, closet full of True Religion jeans
Nowadays things seem so different
Posted in the VIP, just me and plenty women friends
I've been known to get it in, Dubby makin' dividends
We been makin' moves, breaking news, alert CNN
SWID gang, I'm on my sleep when I die shit
Flight Boys, I'll forever stay fly bitch
I wasn't born rich, but when I die I will be
Hey, put your hands in the air if you feel me
Give you the real me every time my pen bleeds
I spit acid while these rat bastards spill beans
Dope man, I put crack on wax
I got fiends running back when they hear my tracks
Facts only, everything's real in my raps homie
I got goons around the globe that'll vouch for me
Uh, turkey bacon got me feeling straight
I been a great, doing laps around my swimming mates
I need a mirror just to look into a winner's face
I'll just sit this food for thought down on your dinner plate
Wait
My nigga think about it
Yeah, haha
Think about it
Ugh
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Writer(s): Marcus Winston, Reginald Lambert
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