THOUGHTS ft. KAMARIA SARAI Lyrics

Hey eeee

A way

A way

A way eee

Ouu ooou

A way a way a way

I get dollars for my pain

And pennies for my thoughts

Ain't much to explain

I'm the Realist in New York

Crown Heights Nigga

Rep my block every time I talk

And I don't talk on these beats

Mufucka I just walk

I talk my shit to get my point across

My Young boy stay with two guns

They let it point across

Pole dance

New York train

Niggas I'll set it off

Niggas ain't put in to no work

Niggas be calling off

Pardon the violence

I'm getting money now

That why these bad bitches Call me

And they love me now

Now They say I'm acting funny now

Cuz I be in the Penthouse

On the Couch

Al Bundy style

No Bad Energy I be in My space

Like the Jetsons

Fly Nigga Out Of Space

We Can't talk if I ain't getting Paid

Cuz I gotta BM and

Nigga Trynna Get a Wraith

Not Trynna fuck these bitches

I went to High School With

Either the fell off

Or They on my Dick

I ain't Cocky I Just Reminisce

When I used to clean

My Sneakers with Toothpaste

Too think I'm Litt

They ain't want me Then

Cuz I ain't have it Then

A Haitian Nigga

But they used to call me African

I was hoping thought that I would level up

Now I'm Super Sayin Goku Style

I got my Level Up

Remember Used to take The Bus

The B46

Got Off The Bus

And Niggaz was trying to Rob My Kicks

I wasn't jacking it I fought Niggaz

And it work off

Imagine them taking them kicks

I put in work for

That's I put in that work

I'm a work horse

Did everything to get up

Off of that six floor

Cuz I ain't never lie about

Bout the reason why I be pissed off

Tears behind the Smile you Solve that Shit

Like a Jigsaw

I will always be the one

Still trying to find me a way

A way

A way

Aaaa yeee

I will always be the one

Still trying to find me a way