In My Thoughts (Intro)
Yea
I been livin' in my thoughts
Feelin' like this shit for my fault
Shoulda left you from the start
Now I'm shoppin' for a heart
Almost made it out the store
Instead I left it in the cart
Think I'm better off without it
All it did was get me shot
Cupid hit me with a shot
Now there's money on his top
I can't wait to spin his block
I can't wait to get him got
Funny for the guap they act buddy buddy with the opps
Funny how the plot change when theres money on his...
Ching ching, my smile bling bling, wassup?
My wrist stay on plain jane
The pilot stay in touch
I rose to the occasion from lowest of the slums
Don't post when on vacation she know privacy a must, uh
Why you think she still in touch
Even after I done told the bitch that we was done
I can't help it is was it is and what it was
My new bitch she fell in love from the pool to the tub
Actually the bitch jump
Baby Ima trip you ever slip once, don't you ever slip up
Cause I won't hesitate to fckn pick up
My pimp cup, give you the finger
This is jus a letter to my Ex and my bitch at the same time
Hopin' that they both run into me at the same time
Never been a simp for these hoes nah I ain't lyin'
Prolly had yo hoe and my hoe at the same time
No I'm not
Lyin" at all my nigga I been ina box
Layman's term nigga I got it on lock
Cookin' it up, the flow gotta nice taste
Racin' to you and this is not a tight race
Slide up in you and I don't need no ice skates
Can't lose a day and can't let the night waste
Pardon my mood but niggas lyin' to my face, wow
These niggas faker than artificial intelligence
No wonder I be duckin' them, politicking irrelevant
Niggas say they ballin' but me, I lived above the rim
That shit don't mean nothin' to me, incase you wonderin'
The gang don't feel close nomo, but that's my brudda them
Fans stop showin' me love after I fck with them
So I stop fckn' em
And I started dubbin' em
There's no reason why these niggas hate me but they bitch is in love with him
Why the fuck they callin' but can't comfort him
Woman send me love letters, all I do is crumbled them
Haters give the slick eye, I don't notice none of them
You could go where ever that you please but don't come for him
Yea uh, but don't come for him
Niggas love tryna fck my bitch once I'm done with her
Not knowin' that deep down she could never be done with him
They prolly wanna put a gun to him
But I still show love to them, The Illest
I been livin' in my thoughts
Feelin' like this shit for my fault
Shoulda left you from the start
Now I'm shoppin' for a heart
Almost made it out the store
Instead I left it in the cart
Think I'm better off without it
All it did was get me shot
Cupid hit me with a shot
Now there's money on his top
I can't wait to spin his block
I can't wait to get him got
Funny for the guap they act buddy buddy with the opps
Funny how the plot change when theres money on his...
Ching ching, my smile bling bling, wassup?
My wrist stay on plain jane
The pilot stay in touch
I rose to the occasion from lowest of the slums
Don't post when on vacation she know privacy a must, uh
Why you think she still in touch
Even after I done told the bitch that we was done
I can't help it is was it is and what it was
My new bitch she fell in love from the pool to the tub
Actually the bitch jump
Baby Ima trip you ever slip once, don't you ever slip up
Cause I won't hesitate to fckn pick up
My pimp cup, give you the finger
This is jus a letter to my Ex and my bitch at the same time
Hopin' that they both run into me at the same time
Never been a simp for these hoes nah I ain't lyin'
Prolly had yo hoe and my hoe at the same time
No I'm not
Lyin" at all my nigga I been ina box
Layman's term nigga I got it on lock
Cookin' it up, the flow gotta nice taste
Racin' to you and this is not a tight race
Slide up in you and I don't need no ice skates
Can't lose a day and can't let the night waste
Pardon my mood but niggas lyin' to my face, wow
These niggas faker than artificial intelligence
No wonder I be duckin' them, politicking irrelevant
Niggas say they ballin' but me, I lived above the rim
That shit don't mean nothin' to me, incase you wonderin'
The gang don't feel close nomo, but that's my brudda them
Fans stop showin' me love after I fck with them
So I stop fckn' em
And I started dubbin' em
There's no reason why these niggas hate me but they bitch is in love with him
Why the fuck they callin' but can't comfort him
Woman send me love letters, all I do is crumbled them
Haters give the slick eye, I don't notice none of them
You could go where ever that you please but don't come for him
Yea uh, but don't come for him
Niggas love tryna fck my bitch once I'm done with her
Not knowin' that deep down she could never be done with him
They prolly wanna put a gun to him
But I still show love to them, The Illest
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Writer(s): Marv Illest
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