Examining My Thoughts

As I sit back and I'm examining my thoughts

I'm just thinking about all the times I was crossing roads and desert parks

Remember times it could've went dark

That just made a nigga go harder

And I'm thinking about all the characteristics that make up a good father

Money counter, count up fifty

Way too high, I'm way too lifted

If love's a drug then I guess they writing limited prescriptions

The crowd an easy follow just define what makes you different

Don't look back just pick up all your niggas from the trenches

Separate for a minute but when we back I'm tryna hold ya

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