Thoughts

When I thought niggas really had my back, I was ridin' till a nigga had a flat

If bro had the strap, gimme that

You ain't even gotta blow it, you ain't leavin' with a scratch

Remember days when we linked, used to match

.8, .8, and we lit it with a match

You get left, I ain't doublin' back

Don't remember you there when I fell through the cracks

And nowadays, I ain't fuckin' with niggas

Left in the past, where a couple of niggas at

And I ain't finna bluff with you niggas, get put in the air with the smoke, where your niggas at

And I know you spoke, I ain't feelin' that, fuck what you say, if I say, then we spinnin