Thirty6Kealo - Thought About It

I spit this shxt from the soul nothin false about it,
My girl too bad so I don’t cheat but yea I thought about it,
My bro, he up the road, he doing time, he caught a body,
I’m gettin high to ease the pain, don’t like to talk about it,
Only niggas who know how I feel done loss somebody,
Loss my cousin last year still see her mama cry about it,
Still with the gang from Little Ceasers days, they all solid,
I love this music like it’s money, I give my all about it,

I go through shxt just like you nigga so don’t you judge me nigga,
I’m from the projects nigga, that’s public housing, that’s muddy nigga,
Ain’t talkin Ceeley but this shxt fa sho get ugly nigga,
My partner switch up on me on them xans, man f*ck that nigga,
They only call to check up on you when they need a favor,
They only screamin fuck you when you ain’t givin them no paper,
I’m screamin fuck them too cuz where they was when I ain’t have no paper,
You ain’t show me no love, I was gettin my love from strangers,
I have no time for stressin, I roll up and count my blessings,
I’m the type to buy a Glock before I buy a necklace,
I keep mines for protection, you got your just for flexin,
I’m in the studio, you in the VIP section,
He go broke for bitches,
I’ll die for them benjis,
Damn I want that Bentley,
Stay high if I think too much, I just might get the trippin,
I done came up, Ant you know you suppose to be here with me,
I get in my feelings every time I’m off that henny,


I spit this shxt from the soul nothin false about it,
My girl too bad so I don’t cheat but yea I thought about it,
My bro, he up the road, he doing time, he caught a body,
I’m gettin high to ease the pain, don’t like to talk about it,
Only niggas who know how I feel done loss somebody,
Loss my cousin last year still see her mama cry about it,
Still with the gang from Little Ceasers days, they all solid,
I love this music like it’s money, I give my all about it,


When I was writing this shxt nigga I was shedding tears,
You know this shxt real when I’m expressing how I feel,
Remember Mama cryin on Sunday cuz on Monday come them bills,
Use to be down on my dick, and now I’m up my girl still here,
She know she ain’t gotta worry,
Get to the bag like I’m in a hurry,
I done cut back on the dirty,
Young nigga with me will blow you like Kirby,
I don’t rap for fun lil nigga I treat this shxt like therapy,
Fuck the radio station nigga, I know they still be hearin me,
I been balling lately, they think I’m on chemotherapy,
You want likes, I want guap, I don’t give a f*ck bout popularity,
I don’t hit strip clubs, I let my extras go to charity,
I tell my niggas we going win, I pray for more prosperity,
You ain’t gotta be proud of me, I’m already proud of myself,
This shit say Supreme on my shirt, you still be rockin Neff,
My father wasn’t there, but shoutout to my Uncle Jeff,
Aye bring that hook back in so I can hear it for myself,


I spit this shxt from the soul nothin false about it,
My girl too bad so I don’t cheat but yea I thought about it,
My bro, he up the road, he doing time, he caught a body,
I’m gettin high to ease the pain, don’t like to talk about it,
Only niggas who know how I feel done loss somebody,
Loss my cousin last year still see her mama cry about it,
Still with the gang from Little Ceasers days, they all solid,
I love this music like it’s money, I give my all about it,

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