Think About It (Freestyle)
Close my eyes like I'm sleep
But I'm wide awake
They say you should give fore you receive
But I'ma take
My momma called me stressing
She just wanna see my face
Pops say "Son don't roam the streets"
But I just made a play
If you ain't first then you last
Like Ricky Bobby in the whip
I put my foot on the gas
Only want that fast life
So I'm living it fast
Got my head up on my shoulders
Pray a nigga don't crash
Searching for the love
All I found was lust
Tossing and I'm turning
Tryna see what's up
I ain't trippin, young nigga I got bigger bucks
Whole racks, blue bands, and a white jag
Pull up... skrt, skrt window rolling big gas
Keep my circle small
No room allowed for fake friends
Designer belt, designer pants
But they still sag
Told my niggas this year
We gone do the money dance
That's why I'm working 3am up in the studio
I laid down 6
But I still got 2 more to go
11 Calls on my phone
But I missed em though
11 Plays in the A, I'm feeling like I'm Julio
And I could care less about a platinum record
Cause I'ma still eat because I own my records
You niggas signing blind deals
Like you Helen Keller
Now they fucking with yo money
Like they Jerry Heller
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
That's the shit that they don't think about
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
Grab the mic
And then I think aloud
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
That's the shit that they don't think about
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
I was quiet
Now I'm speaking out
But I'm wide awake
They say you should give fore you receive
But I'ma take
My momma called me stressing
She just wanna see my face
Pops say "Son don't roam the streets"
But I just made a play
If you ain't first then you last
Like Ricky Bobby in the whip
I put my foot on the gas
Only want that fast life
So I'm living it fast
Got my head up on my shoulders
Pray a nigga don't crash
Searching for the love
All I found was lust
Tossing and I'm turning
Tryna see what's up
I ain't trippin, young nigga I got bigger bucks
Whole racks, blue bands, and a white jag
Pull up... skrt, skrt window rolling big gas
Keep my circle small
No room allowed for fake friends
Designer belt, designer pants
But they still sag
Told my niggas this year
We gone do the money dance
That's why I'm working 3am up in the studio
I laid down 6
But I still got 2 more to go
11 Calls on my phone
But I missed em though
11 Plays in the A, I'm feeling like I'm Julio
And I could care less about a platinum record
Cause I'ma still eat because I own my records
You niggas signing blind deals
Like you Helen Keller
Now they fucking with yo money
Like they Jerry Heller
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
That's the shit that they don't think about
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
Grab the mic
And then I think aloud
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
That's the shit that they don't think about
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmmmm
I was quiet
Now I'm speaking out
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Writer(s): Justin Stephens
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