Thoughts
Thoughts keep runnin thru my Head
I'm goin crazy for it
Window seat up in the back
Know nicky came wit me
In case a sucka play me out
I'm clutchin to this clip empty
I put ma heart up on these tracks
It ain't the same for me
I jus want the bread
Why the Fuck did niggaz Changed on me
So eat in silence
Get these fuck niggas away from Me
Lyrical homicide I'm aimin' for The guillotine
Back up on this road
Sky's the limit till infinity (Woahhh)
See I don't really know
How this shit supposed to go
I'm on a roll
I love the way them Bennys Touch my hand and then fold
Keep the wifey out the loop Because I'm on
You can't be around me
I gotta do this shit alone
My young life need a plate
We get this bread
And then I'm gone
Take a trip back to the 9
Jus to grab a couple more
Hit my nigga from the TRIBE
We knocked out a couple hits
On my way back to the Point
Got some plays that I can't miss
I'm caught up in the loop
Yea baby I jus can't forget
Ace Boogie wit the Pack
Paid In Full
Then keep it Lit
Keep in mind
All them times that I cudnt pay The fuckin rent
So I'm bussin' up the pavement
I ain't tryna miss a cent
I'm goin crazy for it
Window seat up in the back
Know nicky came wit me
In case a sucka play me out
I'm clutchin to this clip empty
I put ma heart up on these tracks
It ain't the same for me
I jus want the bread
Why the Fuck did niggaz Changed on me
So eat in silence
Get these fuck niggas away from Me
Lyrical homicide I'm aimin' for The guillotine
Back up on this road
Sky's the limit till infinity (Woahhh)
See I don't really know
How this shit supposed to go
I'm on a roll
I love the way them Bennys Touch my hand and then fold
Keep the wifey out the loop Because I'm on
You can't be around me
I gotta do this shit alone
My young life need a plate
We get this bread
And then I'm gone
Take a trip back to the 9
Jus to grab a couple more
Hit my nigga from the TRIBE
We knocked out a couple hits
On my way back to the Point
Got some plays that I can't miss
I'm caught up in the loop
Yea baby I jus can't forget
Ace Boogie wit the Pack
Paid In Full
Then keep it Lit
Keep in mind
All them times that I cudnt pay The fuckin rent
So I'm bussin' up the pavement
I ain't tryna miss a cent
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Black Iii
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