Thinking to Myself

Uh, Maybe I should slow down
The same ones that hated see my shit turn around
They told me that my shit was watered down
A couple plaques years later, man, look at me now
I had to outsmart these niggas
I got my own squad, man I'm not a part for niggas
Prada on my sweats, yeah, be proud of me
New crib, new car, new salary
Told my mama "No matter what, we still family"
I'm working hard, no one understands me
Shit real when you start a new family
I need that Louis V, fuck it man I'm calling in
Same ones I seen Jaden moonwalking in
Moving out the house looking at apartments
I had dreams about spitting this shit
I guess it's time to let you in
I guess i'ts time to let you in (I guess i'ts time to let you in)
Uh
It'll never really work if you ain't got trust
How you stressed out, girl?
And you got us
You got bread
You got crust
Never burned down, bih', I'm piped up
I'm a rapper they recite us
Favourite thing
I love my fans
When I come to your city, man, I'm checking in
And if I'm in Texas then I'm rolling with fans
Stay close to your heart
D and Ricky close span
I just wanna take a flight to Japan and never come back
Quit all this rap
I guess they want the old thing back
'Cause I'm that new flow with that old flow
Cash by the boatload
Got your girl twerking with my logo
Yeah, man, it's a no-no



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Writer(s): Malcolm Davis
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