In My Thoughts

(Damn, BT)

Wonder if it's my spirit that make **** hate me?

Day by day, running through dime hoes, they see the greatest

I don't care what color **** bang, I make 'em see this grayness

I don't give a fuck about your problem, I'm tryna feed my baby, ****, huh

Fightin' fakes, fightin' stress, hit your block up, make a mess

Call my mans to get some Xans, on that flight, gon' make me rest

Elders, I don't disrespect, so that's why a young **** blessed

Anything on a forty, I'm on it, I might leave him stretched

That's for sure, I gotta grow, but never forget where I'm from

Outside, bitch, I'm Rick Owens, but inside, I'm a Diddy Kong

Prayin' daily, just to dodge the devil, I don't know when he come

I stayed out and made a way, this rap pape', I'ma get me some

Ayy, the streets got me heartless

Fuck being humble 'cause they gon' hate on you regardless

Gotta pay for a lawyer, I might get some future charges

Gotta keep it real 'bout my respect, I shoot up the party

Your bad bitch know I'm gnarly, see my story, heart it

This bitch say I'm super rare, look at me like a Martian

In spirit, I'm a boss, so they look at me like the sergeant

Ain't no regular rapper, slap the shit out you, ain't no arguin'

Okay, sorry, but not sorry, so I won't tell you sorry

Hey, ayy, I got a chrome heart, not a clothin' line, but I might let you borrow it

Inside, I'm dead like a Tesla, come charge me

Finna have a son, she got me blessed out, huh

Gotta stay away from guns when I get stressed out, huh

Stick go, "Flrd, flrd, flrd," let the stress out

I miss my hood, shit, I'm getting on 20 West now

Gotta get a refill 'cause my cup was full with lies

Every time I think 'bout lost souls, I get teary-eyed

I got real bitch gon' come rub your back, she feel pain in your vibe

Hey, God forbid if I ever go, my mama know I tried

If you get real, you better slide, ****, find they block and fry it, ****

Keep me a couple chickens, I feel every ho got a side ****

Heard my dog call me say, "They dead," so I'm goin' live with 'em

We done took some Ls, it's time to win, I'ma share this prize with 'em

Ayy, the streets got me heartless

Fuck being humble, 'cause they gon' hate on you regardless

Gotta pay for a lawyer, I might get some future charges

Gotta keep it real 'bout my respect, I shoot up the party

Your bad bitch know I'm gnarly, see my story, heart it

This bitch say I'm super rare, look at me like a Martian

In spirit, I'm a boss, so they look at me like the sergeant

Ain't no regular rapper, slap the shit out you, ain't no arguin'

Okay, sorry, but not sorry, so I won't tell you sorry

Hey, ayy, I got a chrome heart, not a clothin' line, but I might let you borrow it

Inside, I'm dead like a Tesla, come charge me

Sorry, but not sorry, so I won't tell you sorry

Hey, ayy, I got a chrome heart, not a clothing line, but I might let you borrow it

Inside, I'm dead like a Tesla, come charge me