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Thinkin' 2 Myself
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Thinkin' 2 Myself was released on August 2, 2026 by Stadium Records as a part of the album Hoes Luv Trap N****s
August 2, 2026
LabelStadium Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM179
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

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Lyrics

Uh
Steady
Thinkin' to myself like who gon' be there for me if I lose it all?
Won't put my trust inside these **** and most definitely not these broads
I was just young as hell, bad as fuck, breakin' all the laws
My **** stole some petty money, I still love him, that's my dog
I ain't get here overnight, I took a loss before a loss
Man, this shit ain't all good, I had to crawl before I walk (****)
Lil' brodie said he want a bag, you know it's gettin' tossed
Most **** say they with you, but this shit be all talk
It's time to run some money up, my bitch want her tummy tucked
My mama want that caddy truck, I'm tryna hold that Patek up (I am)
Imagine us, back-to-back in foreigns, holdin' traffic up
That's Lil Pros from D Block, he stuntin' now, they mad as fuck
A thousand grams in the pop, came soft, now it's a rock
**** know I'm sellin' top, the phone ringin' like my pops
**** talkin' to the cops, got me back sellin' the 'za
Before I go broke like I'm Ja, could get my trap on like I'm Ma
I'm a bad bitch hitter (Yeah), I'm a Louis bag getter
I'm a grown man, you underbossing, this a cash difference
I see bad bitches that spend it, you still cheap as hell, **** finished
I fuck up a bag and reget it, I sell water, ****, no swimmin'
Like woo, that's them ice 'bows, you still tryna punch iPhones
I sell bigs for the twenty-three like woo, put your Mikes on (Mike Jordan)
Don't cut no lights on, lil' ****, I got my ice on
I sell cream, sell rocks up, blowin', I get rocks gone
Don't call me twin, you can't trap like me (You can't)
You ain't never made a fifty, you can't brag like me
That petty-ass shit, I move your bag in my sleep
The plug love me 'cause he know I move that bag in a week
I tell my young **** to move a load before he rob a ****
Best prices on the block, the whole hood shoppin' with me
He braggin' 'bout his bodies, I brag 'bout my pockets, ****
And cuz just bust a watch, can't you tell that time's different?
It's time to run some money up, my bitch want her tummy tucked
My mama want that caddy truck, I'm tryna hold that Patek up (I am)
Imagine us, back-to-back in foreigns, holdin' traffic up
That's Lil Pros from G Block, he stuntin' now, they mad as fuck
A thousand grams in the— uh, came soft, now it's a— uh
**** know I'm sellin'— uh, my phone ringin' like my pops
**** talkin' to the cops, got me back sellin' the 'za
Before I go broke like I'm Ja, could get my trap on like I'm Ma
Written by: Pros Ap
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