Clearer Thoughts

[Intro]
(Sam produced it)
(Ay yeah)
(I like to ride alone sometimes)
(Losing my mind in a city with just me and my nine)
(Me and my nine)
(Ay yeah)

[Chorus]
I ride alone because it give me clearer thoughts
I get too sober I think about how they took my nigga out
I can’t be sober for too long I’m popping Remy bottles
I smoke exotic until my vision out
They don’t see the same thing they used to see in me before
And I don’t get it now
At least the real ones stick around

[Verse 1]
They ride your wave until there ain’t no more water left
But they don’t know that there’s got’ be plenty tides coming in
Ain’t no room for nobody who weren’t there from the beginning
And I don’t care for who got more long as I’m getting it
I never care, I never bend it, no competition
I’m well aware I’m one of the ones that was gifted
My momma told me you one of the ones that’s just different
And when I feel the love I don’t get real I get distant
I don’t fear no man but God
I never stand down
You can go and ask a man, never ask for no hand out
I ain’t have to ask my nigga
He see that I was down
[?] he threw me a pound
Now I got that loud in the city like surround sound
If you with me do no switching
We doing [?] like the mountains
And that’s word to me
Pat touchdown we bust it open just like surgery
Bougie bitch she want to eat me she claim she never heard of me
When Kurt died that shit killed me
I felt like they murdered me
I ain’t been to church in so long
I hope he hear me when I speak
Lord please don’t take my niggas off the street
They want to count me out
I want to count out what I made this week
Through all the bullshit keep staying with me
[?] I feel the pain that shit made me weak
I lost my [?] lost hitters we on the same street
Might as well hop on this same beat
I know that pain deep
No matter how much money I get I won’t let this change me
And lord knows
I been down for so long
My time coming I won’t prolong

[Chorus]
I ride alone because it give me clearer thoughts
I get too sober I think about how they took my nigga out
I can’t be sober for too long I’m popping Remy bottles
I smoke exotic until my vision out
They don’t see the same thing they used to see in me before
And I don’t get it now
At least the real ones stick around
(No more water left)
(Coming in)
(Who weren’t there from the beginning)
(I’m getting it)