I Got Thoughts
Yeah
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin' I wanna rock, just look at my pockets
(Just look at my pockets)
I am him, you are just Robin, you are a SIM, just talkin' that nonsense
I am a pimp by the way that I'm walkin' (By the way that I'm walking, hey)
I got some thoughts that came at my noggin
You were asleep when you heard shots poppin'
Who wanna talk when I got no options (Ye)
You in the streets and can't make no profit I got a lot and it came with a coffin
I met a fiend and she stole my doggy (Romie)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not process
They think it's sweet, I think it's progress
Shout out to Lucki, I think I'm flawless (Ay, I think I'm flawless)
Shout out to Marty, you can get bodied
I could be doin' this shit for a hobby
Pussy and parties, I've been through this lobby (Bitch, ye)
I'm fuckin' his bitch, just know that I'm sorry
He be on games, I think it's Atari
I had to fry him like calamari (It's calamari)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not start this
I'm in a car with Ashton and Martin
I got no stylist, the fit is carpet (The fit is a carpet)
I have to keep it a hundred, non stopping
I see a spider, guess who I'm stompin'
I eat beats, cause I be starving, I got no option
Shout out to Gin he came with the Tonic
She wanted a ring but the bich too toxic
Nothing to something, I guess that's a solid (I guess that's a solid)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin'
I wanna rock, just look at my, just look at my (Just look at my pocket)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin'
I wanna rock, just look at my, just look at my (Just look at my pocket)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin'
I wanna rock, just look at my pockets (Just look at my)
He thought she thought, yeah, you got the wrong target
Looked at your lyrics and that shit was garbage
I got some lyrics for you if you cop it
I'm just saying
I got some thoughts and they came with narcotics
I got some thoughts, they think I'm iconic
I got some thoughts, I think it's ironic (Aye it's ironic)
He thought she thought, I'm in they spot
I get the keys to the gate and the lock
How can I be the one stuck in a box?
I gotta leave and go drop me a bomb
They say they're about it but no they are not
No they are not
No they are not
No they are not
Ay
What the f-
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin' I wanna rock, just look at my pockets
(Just look at my pockets)
I am him, you are just Robin, you are a SIM, just talkin' that nonsense
I am a pimp by the way that I'm walkin' (By the way that I'm walking, hey)
I got some thoughts that came at my noggin
You were asleep when you heard shots poppin'
Who wanna talk when I got no options (Ye)
You in the streets and can't make no profit I got a lot and it came with a coffin
I met a fiend and she stole my doggy (Romie)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not process
They think it's sweet, I think it's progress
Shout out to Lucki, I think I'm flawless (Ay, I think I'm flawless)
Shout out to Marty, you can get bodied
I could be doin' this shit for a hobby
Pussy and parties, I've been through this lobby (Bitch, ye)
I'm fuckin' his bitch, just know that I'm sorry
He be on games, I think it's Atari
I had to fry him like calamari (It's calamari)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not start this
I'm in a car with Ashton and Martin
I got no stylist, the fit is carpet (The fit is a carpet)
I have to keep it a hundred, non stopping
I see a spider, guess who I'm stompin'
I eat beats, cause I be starving, I got no option
Shout out to Gin he came with the Tonic
She wanted a ring but the bich too toxic
Nothing to something, I guess that's a solid (I guess that's a solid)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin'
I wanna rock, just look at my, just look at my (Just look at my pocket)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin'
I wanna rock, just look at my, just look at my (Just look at my pocket)
He thought she thought, yeah, I rather not comment
I'm on the block and they askin' who knockin'
I wanna rock, just look at my pockets (Just look at my)
He thought she thought, yeah, you got the wrong target
Looked at your lyrics and that shit was garbage
I got some lyrics for you if you cop it
I'm just saying
I got some thoughts and they came with narcotics
I got some thoughts, they think I'm iconic
I got some thoughts, I think it's ironic (Aye it's ironic)
He thought she thought, I'm in they spot
I get the keys to the gate and the lock
How can I be the one stuck in a box?
I gotta leave and go drop me a bomb
They say they're about it but no they are not
No they are not
No they are not
No they are not
Ay
What the f-
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