In My Head
I would fight my thoughts
At night was cryin sum
I need a bitch nobody know
Can't do the mileage
Imagination turns to dreams
That's what we strivin for
Ever since I broke her heart she started
Prayin more
Put more passion in this music open different doors
Stick to who you are they start to love you more
It make me mad to see what nigga try pretend to be
I went against the grain I went against the grain
Only time I'm really happy when she next to me
Only thing kept me together was the ecstasy
They might say they love you jus for leverage
They might stick beside you jus for benefits
Remember days I couldn't sleep
I needed Benadryl
Nowadays im in my thoughts and I can barely chill
Nowadays ya own niggas the ones that get you killed
Spend money like rappers
We never had a deal
He Got scared in the feds
He tried to sign a deal
Most these niggas comedy
The real ones move like dons to me
Her throat deep
And that pussy be astonishing
I'm On her body like I'm collagen
Her lips look jus like Kylie Jen
I promise you
I brought the food to the table
Brought the condiments
She said Dream I really feel you when ya pop shit
I ever ask her pop a titty than she poppin it
The same ones in the booth the ones I'm rockin wit
Ima problem child that's what mama say
But I don't do no crossin niggas I'm not iverson
Said I don't do no crossin niggas
I'm not Iverson
I bought you Prada
I'm not proud of it
I still took you back
Never question who I am
I Leave it on the track
Most my niggas was chasin money
Before they learned to rap
And this hustle in blood
My pops was on the run
I had 2 girls
They had my heart
And they Don't know each other
Nahh, they don't kno each other
When blood spill
Mothers cry
She Put it in her will
The last testament
The last president
Do it first
We call it precedent
Only roll up elements
They focused on the death of this
She want the best of me
Back and forth like Holyfield
Angels vs demons on this holy field
The things I been through really hurt me
I can only heal
If u take one of mines I can only kill
Tell me if you fake or real
I seen rap money never signed a deal
Shooters shoot like Bradley Beal
I was dead broke
Couldn't even eat a happy meal
Miami flights was cheap
We still flew into ft Lauderdale
The game was getting easy
All my niggas touched a quarter mil
It's never done
One more chance
One more dance
Fast fingers
Fast hands
Where my back ends
100s
50s
20s
Watch the stacks change
Count numbers like the stock exchange
Yea, we shootin out the range
And if niggas keep on talkin
We shootin out the range
At night was cryin sum
I need a bitch nobody know
Can't do the mileage
Imagination turns to dreams
That's what we strivin for
Ever since I broke her heart she started
Prayin more
Put more passion in this music open different doors
Stick to who you are they start to love you more
It make me mad to see what nigga try pretend to be
I went against the grain I went against the grain
Only time I'm really happy when she next to me
Only thing kept me together was the ecstasy
They might say they love you jus for leverage
They might stick beside you jus for benefits
Remember days I couldn't sleep
I needed Benadryl
Nowadays im in my thoughts and I can barely chill
Nowadays ya own niggas the ones that get you killed
Spend money like rappers
We never had a deal
He Got scared in the feds
He tried to sign a deal
Most these niggas comedy
The real ones move like dons to me
Her throat deep
And that pussy be astonishing
I'm On her body like I'm collagen
Her lips look jus like Kylie Jen
I promise you
I brought the food to the table
Brought the condiments
She said Dream I really feel you when ya pop shit
I ever ask her pop a titty than she poppin it
The same ones in the booth the ones I'm rockin wit
Ima problem child that's what mama say
But I don't do no crossin niggas I'm not iverson
Said I don't do no crossin niggas
I'm not Iverson
I bought you Prada
I'm not proud of it
I still took you back
Never question who I am
I Leave it on the track
Most my niggas was chasin money
Before they learned to rap
And this hustle in blood
My pops was on the run
I had 2 girls
They had my heart
And they Don't know each other
Nahh, they don't kno each other
When blood spill
Mothers cry
She Put it in her will
The last testament
The last president
Do it first
We call it precedent
Only roll up elements
They focused on the death of this
She want the best of me
Back and forth like Holyfield
Angels vs demons on this holy field
The things I been through really hurt me
I can only heal
If u take one of mines I can only kill
Tell me if you fake or real
I seen rap money never signed a deal
Shooters shoot like Bradley Beal
I was dead broke
Couldn't even eat a happy meal
Miami flights was cheap
We still flew into ft Lauderdale
The game was getting easy
All my niggas touched a quarter mil
It's never done
One more chance
One more dance
Fast fingers
Fast hands
Where my back ends
100s
50s
20s
Watch the stacks change
Count numbers like the stock exchange
Yea, we shootin out the range
And if niggas keep on talkin
We shootin out the range
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Writer(s): Dashawn Rivera
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