Veteran Child - Think Twice

Going off the deep end
Working 24/5 and every weekend
Got pills I don’t ever sleep in
Keep it real man I don’t ever pretend
Got some advice, better think twice
Before you doubt me on this rap life
You got fools gold but I got real ice
Got my neck cold on a warm night
Bitch betta back up
Need to take a shower clean my act up
Man I really need to get smacked up
Can’t relax off the bean feeling cracked up
Man that’s just the Adderall
Getcha hands off bitch I want it all
Going hard like Neutron feel like I’m blasting off
On the court, I got the moves on but apparently y’all are not fast enough
Look at that man, with those soulless eyes and them cold-ass hands
Bitch I don’t ever cry I’m worth a thousand bands
Got a thousand chains, just a hundred fans
But I keep on growing and flowing and reaching and beating all my opponents
My shit is platinum fuck all the golden, everything else on my way is a bonus
Don’t lemme slowdown, Blacked out and I’m outta control now
Who be ringing my phone now? My agent going on a roll wow
With that Night mode, in the freezing cold
Snow white on that X-game mode
Everyday Same Bitch different Hoes
Got the Same thrift, but different Clothes
Life a nightmare on Adderall
Bitch I am right here, but I am on a call
Left hand gripping some alcohol
Man these crackers they don't know how to ball
Man, I’m just relaxing, I am just passing
I’m smacking on some Takis no capping
Got your bitch clapping, on her back on a zero degree axis yuh
Too many drugs
Not enough love
That's my message when I get to heaven and meet the lord up above
Too many hugs
Not enough blood
That's my message when I see the devil and shoot him right in his lungs
Never gave a fuck about nothing until 2013 started bumping
Schoolboy Q in the hallways jumping spamming my finger on the replay button
I thought I coulda been something until my teacher started frontin'
Said music will never get you shit, you should get a job in construction
He should thought twice before he doubted me
I thought my mom would of been proud of me
A little boy growing into a prodigy
Going through his creative odyssey
Mr. Quality over quantity
That is my one and only policy
Honestly wanna live with modesty
But I am an oddity a monstrosity
All y’all motherfuckers wannabes
Writing all wobbly, sloppily
Like I deserve an apology
Hearing yo rap is a bad comedy
I put that on The Year of the Comet
I just wanna vomit please, motherfucka
Going off the deep end
Working 24/5 and every weekend
Got pills I don’t ever sleep in
Keep it real man I don’t ever pretend
Got some advice, better think twice
Before you doubt me on this rap life
You got fools gold but I got real ice
Got my neck cold on a warm night
I put in too much work
From the addy’s fuck the percs
I don’t give a fuck about anybody else all I know is
I betta finish first
I put in too much work
From the addy’s fuck the percs
I don’t give a fuck about anybody else all I know is
I betta finish first

Written by:
Logan Amberson

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