In My Thoughts Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
In my thoughts, just leave me 'lone
Cuz before you wasn't there
I just pray I make it home
Ask the Lord, that I'm prepared
If you run up, meet this chrome
They gon wan' give me the chair
I got my fire, know it's on
Creepin' slowly, I'm aware
Shawty bad, but if she toxic
Then I gotta cut her off
She movin' fast, and she got options
Let you smash, but it'll cost
Fuckin' off ain't gettin' caught
I swear to God lil shawty raw
Tried to make me take a loss
But you can't get off on a boss
Member back then they was doubtin'
Just a youngin' in my city
Now I got these niggas scoutin'
They be wonderin' how I did it
All them nights of trappin' sour
Dirty money, like I'm Diddy
I got right up off that flour
Verses dummy, when I'm trippin'
Hit record, I got my glizzy
But I stay up on my pivot
Ask the Lord, just for forgiveness
Use my sword, up on the witness
You can miss me wit the Smith &'s
Invest wit glockies wit dem switches
Know my niggas handle business
Clean a nigga like some dishes
I been tryna duck temptation
Bad bitch, resemble Satan
She gon leech you for them faces
And gon creep, when you been faithful
I can't trip about no stank hoes
I'm in love wit countin' bankrolls
I been focused on them pesos
Cheddar, mozzarella, queso
City strollin', smokin' bombas
And you know I'm rockin' retros
Blizzy rollin', totin' llamas
Forty knock and it'll echo
No mercy for them geckos
Or even for them deaf hoes
Ain't listen, when I told 'em
I was gon be big as Death Row
In my thoughts, just leave me 'lone
Cuz before you wasn't there
I just pray I make it home
Ask the Lord, that I'm prepared
If you run up, meet this chrome
They gon wan' give me the chair
I got my fire, know it's on
Creepin' slowly, I'm aware
Shawty bad, but if she toxic
Then I gotta cut her off
She movin' fast, and she got options
Let you smash, but it'll cost
Fuckin' off ain't gettin' caught
I swear to God lil shawty raw
Tried to make me take a loss
But you can't get off on a boss
Running through these obstacles
And I did it wit no blue print
You know G So unstoppable
The truth, that nigga too sick
Fuck around and get yo boo hit
Do anything for blue strips
Nigga thinkin' that I'm soft, I let it off
And now yo crew sick
Got the glocky on the toilet
Nigga run up get a shit bag
So yo urge, you best control it
P.O.P, no we ain't wit dat
Strapped like it's C.O.D
Ain't no respawning, when this stick blast
From the back, to Jodeci
Controlling me, wit her lil thick ass
She a sneaky freak
But she bout her cash money
Used to pull up in a rinky dink
I'm in sumn' fast, hummin'
Nigga ain't gon crash nothin'
But I might just blast somethin'
Ima die bout my respect
We'll get on yo ass dummy
Mind been going a mile a minute
Weed, it help wit the anxiety
I'm fine, I'm spittin' lines
Switchin' verbs, I got variety
They vile, and when they wild
Brodie bound to let that choppa speak
He givin' too much lippin', we'll whip him
He a child to me
In my thoughts, just leave me 'lone
Cuz before you wasn't there
I just pray I make it home
Ask the Lord, that I'm prepared
If you run up, meet this chrome
They gon wan' give me the chair
I got my fire, know it's on
Creepin' slowly, I'm aware
Shawty bad, but if she toxic
Then I gotta cut her off
She movin' fast, and she got options
Let you smash, but it'll cost
Fuckin' off ain't gettin' caught
I swear to God lil shawty raw
Tried to make me take a loss
But you can't get off on a boss