No Pt - What Was He Thinking?

Would you keep it real or would you lie to me?
She said Is this butterflies or some anxiety?
I'm careful with my trust have every right to be
I died a couple times for ones who wouldn't even fight for me
Look I get the pin on they spot and we slide
I know a opp tried to rob and he died
Me and my glock some like Bonnie N Clyde
I'm one of a kind
I learned that from Bam
Think it's a game till I up it and slam
Tried to get up be he can't
Like what was he thinking
These niggas mad think my success is hurting em
Run up on me drop his top like convertibles
Just a star with some bucks nigga hotter than lattes
We ain't beefing with niggas man fuck what the ops say
Walk round town with these bags like I'm moving
Mud in my cup when I sip I be chewing
Ice my neck got the temperature humid
Hit her in the back lamb truck shit roomy
One of one nigga can't find me in stores
She on her knees like she praising the lord
Spin in the truck ima lift up the Ford
Make sure he won't make it I'm pulling his chord
I don't answer her calls man this bitch ain't important
Swerving and blowing motors wrecking porches
Got it straight out the stable sliding in horses
Overseas drip gotta get this imported
Ok fuck it don't pick up my phone
I can fuck who I want girl I'm grown
Left a lot of these bitches alone
She cannot hit the blunt it's to strong
Money on me it's my favorite cologne
Didn't need help made it here on my own
Niggas broke we can not get along
Niggas Pooh we can not make a song
Would you keep it real or would you lie to me?
She said Is this butterflies or some anxiety?
I'm careful with my trust have every right to be
I died a couple times for ones who wouldn't even fight for me
Look I get the pin on they spot and we slide
I know a opp tried to rob and he died
Me and my glock some like Bonnie and Clyde
I'm one of a kind
I learned that from Bam
Think it's a game till I up it and slam
Tried to get up be he can't
Like what was he thinking
The drugs still fucking ease it
I took a break from the rapping shit easy
When I picked up the mic they knew I was a demon
If I spot a opp blow it like open season
All he saw was the light red dot straight beaming
Pour wok in the lobby that shit got me leaning
I can tell by the vibes someone in here scheming
I can tell by her eyes that shit thinking bout leaving
When it come to my life got no choice but to up it
Treat the clip like a hoe finger fuck it and dump it
I ran it up we ain't do this for nothing
We in the booth cooking up like an oven
Gucci big stepper
Trues and ksubis and Prada whenever
Tats on my skin and I fucked up the bezel
Rockstar my life walking round heavy metal
Coast to coast on the interstate I'm cruising past my city
I love them boys to death but where there's money than I'm busy
When I reach the top just take my hand you coming with me
And I don't give a fuck if they don't like me they ain't with me
Would you keep it real or would you lie to me?
She said Is this butterflies or some anxiety?
I'm careful with my trust have every right to be
I died a couple times for ones who wouldn't even fight for me
Look I get the pin on they spot and we slide
I know a opp tried to rob and he died
Me and my glock some like Bonnie and Clyde
I'm one of a kind
I learned that from Bam
Think it's a game till I up it and slam
Tried to get up be he can't
Like what was he thinking

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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