My Thoughts
Locked in wit the feds just don't give up
He in a rush tryin get to that bread my big bro keep that tuck
Heard he snitch well shut him up
My bro lock in wit the feds Just don't give up
He in a rush tryin get to that bread
My big bro keep that tuck
Cap in my rap come try yo luck
Enough is enough
That's why I keep my pockets stuffed
I just been through so much
Heard he snitch well shut him up
Need more ice in this styrofoam cup Smoke on purple runts
See the opps and all we know is bust I can't say to much
Brodie switched on me how could I trust
My heart had enough
She just love my jewelry I can't cuff
Are love coast a dub
Tears fallin off her face like diamonds
But she price less she one of a kind
But I had plenty bitches like this
No sleep run up the cheese look at my eye lids
I payed Brodie for that hit can't believe he got indidted
I'm still working hard I started off wit nothing
Before I loose it all I'll give my mama something
How could she make my brother change I guess are love was nothing
Drop the top and push that button
I don't feel loved had to let her go but I'm still healing up
Groupies hoes all up in my phone they mad cause I won't give 'em nothing
I don't want love I want drugs I want styrofoam cups
I want drank in side my kidney so when I'm down I pour up I want it
My young trynna catch him a body I told him I'm sliding we doing this for the gang
Don't play my Niggas they sending niggas up all day they sending you to your grave
Halos bullets gonna melt a Nigga face
Two two three they coming through your place
Need a hundred band's not a hundred friends
Told my nigga stay up in your own lane
Imma get me a crib before I get a chain
Day one niggas cropped me outta da whole frame I don't got love my nigga I'm drained
I gotta umbrella if they try to play
I gotta umbrella just in case it rain
Two turnt my niggas they throwing up the gang
No man above one we all the same
Back den you ain't want me I thought I was gang I left the old me behind me
Make a hoe hit a high knee
I need a brand new kidney
No opp get no sympathy
Are y'all niggas really hearing me
Got some bullets for the enemy's
My bro lock in wit the feds Just don't give up
He in a rush tryin get to that bread
My big bro keep that tuck
Cap in my rap come try yo luck
Enough is enough
That's why I keep my pockets stuffed
I just been through so much
Heard he snitch well shut him up
He in a rush tryin get to that bread my big bro keep that tuck
Heard he snitch well shut him up
My bro lock in wit the feds Just don't give up
He in a rush tryin get to that bread
My big bro keep that tuck
Cap in my rap come try yo luck
Enough is enough
That's why I keep my pockets stuffed
I just been through so much
Heard he snitch well shut him up
Need more ice in this styrofoam cup Smoke on purple runts
See the opps and all we know is bust I can't say to much
Brodie switched on me how could I trust
My heart had enough
She just love my jewelry I can't cuff
Are love coast a dub
Tears fallin off her face like diamonds
But she price less she one of a kind
But I had plenty bitches like this
No sleep run up the cheese look at my eye lids
I payed Brodie for that hit can't believe he got indidted
I'm still working hard I started off wit nothing
Before I loose it all I'll give my mama something
How could she make my brother change I guess are love was nothing
Drop the top and push that button
I don't feel loved had to let her go but I'm still healing up
Groupies hoes all up in my phone they mad cause I won't give 'em nothing
I don't want love I want drugs I want styrofoam cups
I want drank in side my kidney so when I'm down I pour up I want it
My young trynna catch him a body I told him I'm sliding we doing this for the gang
Don't play my Niggas they sending niggas up all day they sending you to your grave
Halos bullets gonna melt a Nigga face
Two two three they coming through your place
Need a hundred band's not a hundred friends
Told my nigga stay up in your own lane
Imma get me a crib before I get a chain
Day one niggas cropped me outta da whole frame I don't got love my nigga I'm drained
I gotta umbrella if they try to play
I gotta umbrella just in case it rain
Two turnt my niggas they throwing up the gang
No man above one we all the same
Back den you ain't want me I thought I was gang I left the old me behind me
Make a hoe hit a high knee
I need a brand new kidney
No opp get no sympathy
Are y'all niggas really hearing me
Got some bullets for the enemy's
My bro lock in wit the feds Just don't give up
He in a rush tryin get to that bread
My big bro keep that tuck
Cap in my rap come try yo luck
Enough is enough
That's why I keep my pockets stuffed
I just been through so much
Heard he snitch well shut him up
Credits
Writer(s): Belal Jahateh
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