(Say it down slow, he's on my mind)

Just my thoughts when I be ridin

(He came under the sunshine)

Close your eyes and feel the vibe

Aye look, everybody say they want some smoke

I be thinkin' **** on some coke

I was thinkin' bout a bad bitch that I had fucked before

And how I want her throat

I be thinkin' how I want the dough

Somethin' like the **** Homer say

I remember sellin' blue dreams with the blue hairs like Homer Bay

Injured player, I ain't come to play

I put a **** on display

My dog said he want a ten ball

If you got it all, then I'm on the way

You owe me paper, then I want the pay

And I'm talkin' bout Andele

Cause I can get a **** goin' today, sittin' in the house while I'm on the K(twok)

I'd really rather not take it there

You know, life a bitch, you can't make it fair

And I'm still headed to the top

And I promise mama Imma make it there

But it's more money, more problems

Got a bad bitch with low mileage

Got another one that act childish

Got a school her ass like college

I think **** too emotional

But feel how you wanna feel fool

Everything ain't for the internet

Just kill who you gon' kill fool

Still don't make you real fool

I had temper tantrums since a lil' dude

Now it's auto pay when the bills due

And it's fam first, that's for real, cool

These just my thoughts when I be ridin

It Ain't nothin to it

Close your eyes and feel the vibe it's grown man music

I'm like if real shooters get shot

I wonder why you wanna play a thug

You won't kill nothin' or let nothin' die

So I wonder why you wanna play with us

I wonder how you been fucked up your whole life

And wanna stay a thug

Wonder why dollar bill ain't pay St. Louis on Player's Club

Man, I don't know, I just be thinkin' shit

Piss me off when I think of this

My bitch told my bitch everything

Like loose lips don't be sinkin' ships

But you can't fade me like white jeans

Can't get on my ass like tight jeans

I'm QC, no P though

Which simply means I'm quite clean

I'm Dr. Till therapeutic like Dr. Phil

Kick shit like a soccer field

Cause I'm sick with it, amoxicill

I be thinkin' like shit, these **** lit

And they ain't even hot for real

These mortals don't want combat

Cause I'mma come with cutters like Baraka will

Phones slappin' like I rock wit Will

Swervin' lanes but I got the wheel

Bitch talkin' bout this pussy all yours

I know it's not for real

I'm the rose that grew from concrete

Naw scratch that, I'm a daffodil

Can't wait till I can drop a mill for a house sittin' on top of hills

For real

These just my thoughts when I be ridin

Ain't nothin' to it

Close your eyes and feel the vibe

It's grown man music

These just my thoughts when I be ridin

Ain't nothin' to it

Close your eyes and feel the vibe

It's grown man music