My Thoughts Part II

[Verse 1]
Basically, all the fake love get away from me (Yeah)
Lately I been focused on the bag, so don't play with me
Just because I fucked a couple nights don't mean you stay with me
It ain’t like if I go get a sentence you gon' wait for me (I know)
Top down, stand up on the pedal, brodie racin' me (Yeah)
Tell lil' momma, "Blow me like a blunt, baby, face me" (Come here)
I can see the smirk from the thoughts of just erasing it (Yeah, aight)
Nigga go'n head, do your thing, ain't no hatin' me
Nigga say he got 'em for what? I got 'em less
Brodie said he taking 'em where? Why not invest? (No comment)
I was standing in the fire, I ain't have no business
Bitch, ain't no going back and forth, I ain't playing no tennis (Never)
Steady serving out the rental with my mind on a million
How can I get 'em out the streets? I'm tired of loosing my niggas
Living with a broken heart, I shedded tears 'bout bruh
Next day the bag landing and it still got sold
I rather cut her off 'cause niggas kill 'bout hoes
I watched you love her with your money and she still my ho (Yeah)
She wanna fuck and I won't even hit her (No)
I said, "I told you I never need a bitch before you need a nigga" (Remember)
Ride with me while I meet a nigga (Ha)
It's just a play just to show all the cheese that a nigga getting
I missed the road, man, it's been a minute
When you gone, niggas playing with the bag, so I'm never single
To really know me is to understand me
To really know what I really been through when I'm still standing (Real talk)
Niggas acting like they threw me when I didn't have it (Nothin')
I was standing on the side watching niggas laughing

[Interlude]
Look how these bitches treat you when you ain’t got no motherfuckin' money
Fuck that, look at how these niggas treat you when you don't got no motherfuckin' money
Nigga, keep grinding, fuck these niggas, live for yourself, you heard me?
Motherfuckers always playing crazy
Fuck it up and run it back up on niggas
Shit ain’t nothin' to a real nigga
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I hear the snakes hissing
Really not really 'cause I'm playin' with the blender
It's a hard life when you playin' wit that pistol (Yeah)
Pray for my goon
Paranoid when we out, fightin' demons from the shit he blew
It ain't no fit then a shit or two
All I gotta do is make one call just to get it through
You wanna know? Well, I'm living proof
All I know is no excuses, anything else get excused (For real)
I'm pouring drank, I'm feeling screwed
Having visions of me swimming in that money like my nigga Scrooge (Like my nigga)
She call me broke, these bitches rude (Huh)
I can pay your rent from March 'til December, bitch, don't get confused (Real talk)
Smoking to my name, put a bag back on me
Some of my niggas turned to killers, they will Mad Max on you (Huh)
I been chilling, but don't make me put your stash back on me
I'm on the 'Gram flashing racks, fuck a flashback, homie (Fuck that shit)
I'm in the bar with that bag back on me, that four-nickel (Bah)
In traffic with that bag back on me, I got a issue (Real talk)
I swear I tried to quit, but it's sucking me in
I done served everything, but never fucked up a bean (Never)
She on my dick, so what's up with your friend? I want 'em both
What would you really do for that paper? I wanna know
I can't count how many times niggas stabbed my back
It's overlapping all the times niggas had my back