Thinking out loud Pt. 2
You gotta put your past behind you
Look kid, bad things happen and you can't do anything about it, right
Right
Wrong
When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world
Play ball, play ball
Niggas get shot everyday B
And I've been dealing with depression, grab my weapon
I've been stressing, take a second, I just really think I need a minute
Foot up on it, get to steppin', what you reppin'
I'm a hustler from my section, said he pressin' but he never did
And if the boys go get behind us, take em on one
The music sounded really loud when I be on drugs
And sometimes I just want my momma and her long hugs
But I don't know if I'ma make it in the long run
So we can take it where you want, like how you wanna do it
Cause lately all that makes me happy is just making music
Been caring less about my life and if I wanna lose it
But you can hear it in these songs, no I won't leave you clueless
And I've been venting to the booth more than my people now
To tell the truth, I just don't really wanna let em down
I got thoughts inside my head that I can't speak about
And I be worried what you think if I go let em out
If it was easy, yeah of course then I would let em drown
But they be there for me when no one else is there around
And I can't lie, I miss the fuck out of my dead homies
You finna meet em, you ain't think I had that lead on me
I hate the world cause feel like half of it done fled on me
And I want blood cause really all I see is red on me
If we do dirt then I'ma pray you don't turn Fed on me
Just keep it solid, keep it rockin', you got love for me
So what's the deal, like where's the love, I really need it now
I know the sucker's really glad that I've been feeling down
I'm still on necks, don't give a fuck, I'm finna thug it out
You know I got it, so don't ask me if there's gleek around
Okay I got it and I'm stacking, pistol packing
Never lacking on my maccin, said she really fucking with the kid
That last nigga really average with some baggage
Knew that that would never manage, I'ma step and I'ma handle it
Shit is greener when you fucking with a baller
I say I love you, all you gotta do is holler
I'm missing money, hit em back, I gotta call her
I've been a leader, I ain't never been a follower
On gang
Look kid, bad things happen and you can't do anything about it, right
Right
Wrong
When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world
Play ball, play ball
Niggas get shot everyday B
And I've been dealing with depression, grab my weapon
I've been stressing, take a second, I just really think I need a minute
Foot up on it, get to steppin', what you reppin'
I'm a hustler from my section, said he pressin' but he never did
And if the boys go get behind us, take em on one
The music sounded really loud when I be on drugs
And sometimes I just want my momma and her long hugs
But I don't know if I'ma make it in the long run
So we can take it where you want, like how you wanna do it
Cause lately all that makes me happy is just making music
Been caring less about my life and if I wanna lose it
But you can hear it in these songs, no I won't leave you clueless
And I've been venting to the booth more than my people now
To tell the truth, I just don't really wanna let em down
I got thoughts inside my head that I can't speak about
And I be worried what you think if I go let em out
If it was easy, yeah of course then I would let em drown
But they be there for me when no one else is there around
And I can't lie, I miss the fuck out of my dead homies
You finna meet em, you ain't think I had that lead on me
I hate the world cause feel like half of it done fled on me
And I want blood cause really all I see is red on me
If we do dirt then I'ma pray you don't turn Fed on me
Just keep it solid, keep it rockin', you got love for me
So what's the deal, like where's the love, I really need it now
I know the sucker's really glad that I've been feeling down
I'm still on necks, don't give a fuck, I'm finna thug it out
You know I got it, so don't ask me if there's gleek around
Okay I got it and I'm stacking, pistol packing
Never lacking on my maccin, said she really fucking with the kid
That last nigga really average with some baggage
Knew that that would never manage, I'ma step and I'ma handle it
Shit is greener when you fucking with a baller
I say I love you, all you gotta do is holler
I'm missing money, hit em back, I gotta call her
I've been a leader, I ain't never been a follower
On gang
Credits
Writer(s): Armando Castro
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