Intrusive Thoughts Lyrics

Uhh

She tell me rappers can't really do different thangs

I'm struggling just to change

My own hypocritical ways

Love the flashy life

So why the fuck I tuck my chain

Every time I pop out

It's a fuckin shame

I'm the sickest materialistic dipshit that you'll ever sit wit

Type to cop some kicks

The same colorway that match the fitted

Imma chameleon who never liked what he saw in the mirror

So mixed my fashion with feelings

Just tryna fit in

As a kid cuzzo hand me downs was pick me ups

Arms in the air swanging hope my moms would pick me up

I mean the Coogi sweaters, girbauds, and pelle leather

With holes in every letter

Brought hoes that never let up

So who the hell was I to think that when I grew up it all worked differently

Prolly same person that told them girls in middle school to just

Keep that same energy

Thank you for ya ministries

And God bless ya