Thoughts

Im having all these nightmares, but im okay
I grab my fucking wrist
And push it hard against the razor blade
Actually not suicdal, but just needed something to say
Gotta live life fast, because you really could die any day
Any fucking moment, get caught up and take your life away
Gotta be careful, the media just tell you what to think
Dont let all the bullshit flood inside and get up in your brain
All the politics and drama shit will make you go insane
Worry about yourself and happiness
You got a lot to gain
Gotta let all negative thoughts go
And pain will fade away
Life is just a game
You wanna win, you gotta learn to play
Trynna be successful?
Easy, you just gotta find your way
Compound interest is the key
The stacks will come in every day
Ever wanna be something?
Have status, people listen what you say
Once you get high up there
People dare not use your name in vain
Imma shoot a nigga dead
The bullet leave a bloody stain

What you say lil nigga?
Get the fuck up out my way
I pull my Glock out, aim it quickly
Busting shots with my new blicky
Fifty bullets in the clip
That i unloaded on all y'all
Thought i wasn’t with the shit
You need a hit know who to call

Take a niggas skull, grab a brick, then i push it in
Then i go back home, take my checks, count my dividends
Stacking all this guala, everyday, know it never ends
The pounds coming through, flip it all, just to buy a Benz
Dont copy what i do, pussy boy, or you'll catch these hands
I wanna 1 v 1, but you scared, sweating from your glands
Bet you getting scammed, buying 40 dollar grams
You think you are the man, but you dont own any land

I ride around with the ounce in my bag
You know i flip it, so profound
Bought a pound, smoke some
Then i sold the top shit
Money count, bitches mount
Hoes they hoppin all on my dick
Then i go for a round im on top
So best see my crown
Bitch im makin all this music
But no one is hearing now
Packing up my bags
Im finna leave out of this town
Im taking my old soul
Put it in a lost and found
I take a bitches roll
Know my circle very round

Never gonna give a fuck
What you think of me
Laughing at my face
Cause i need glasses to see
Saying that my goals
Are just fantasy
But your words won't sway my mind
Won’t believe
All the shit that you say
So get up out my way
Trynna take my spot
Ill let these bullets spray
Going in your damn home
Ammo bustin in your dome
Slaying shit im in my zone
Wake and bankin in the morn