Think It Ova

[Chorus: Bobby Womack]
Think It Over
Think It Over

[Verse 1: Lil' Grimm]
These [?] lurking through my neighborhood
Which way should I go?
Hearing anna from these niggas who thought It was a [?] hoe
I heard you talking trash about that, C yourself
But the weed won't sell
Mad as hell cause we won't fail
And a bitch that keep our partners well
Test yourself or try [?] and watch me [?]
See ya'll in the lake, we straight forever
We gon' move this case
Ain't gon' call no name
But the niggas that you hang with
Shit, you think they cool? (Jealous as shit)
When they cross yo ass, don't bring yo ass to the hood
You goddamn fool
For the hood is where its good, it forever Imma be
You full of funk, I'm full of crunk
There weapons in my goddamn trunk
This a mixes for you bustas
Watch out for yo ass to suffer
Nigga, you better just think it ova

[Verse 2: [?] ]
I'm looking for a way to get this anna off my chest
I'm on the outside looking in and I'm sick of feeling stressed
My life is constantly swinging up and down like a jungle
At times I feel as if I'll never make it out this struggle
I'm tryna do the right thang working for these cowards
But I can't do a damn thang with 5 and 6 an hour
Across the floor, the white boy he chillin making 12
Not as smart as me but getting paid cause his skin better
So how the fuck they figure they can do this to the brothers
One set of rules for us but its whatever for another
I took this shit too long now its time to change without em
I found myself a hustle so my pockets getting fatter
Now I'm rolling, booming, all this fare looking lovely
Ten's for the twenty, if you want it nigga buzz me
But I can't be too careful so my Glock is cocked for haters game
I'd rather smack them in the face but watch lead up to murder mane
Don't fuck with those who choose to lose
Cause they gon' do you in, my friend
Keep keepin' the game, these lemon lames
They claim this shit is [?]
Once they cross you out, you can say a playa told ya
Peace to my niggas (my niggas)
Think it ova

[Verse 3: Lil' Grimm]
I ain't here to split you bitches
Down to make my fuckin' riches
What I'm spitting to yo mama, telling you to wash them dishes
Boy yo feet can't fit my shoes
Man, what you tryna prove?
Try to win and you gon' lose
Nigga, [?]
Mane fuck it, imma buck it
Every nigga come' victim's
And my murder with these [?]
Killin' is a [?] sport
Bustas make me have no choice
Having dreams you can't compare
Welcome to this new nightmare