YN Thoughts

Get in my thought like, damn, sometimes I don't wanna be here

Think about homicide, wanna drop a tear Can't crash get right, gotta grab the wheel

Think about ma shit there ya, give me chill Homicide, living shit, till im out of here

Smoke weed, drink lean and pop pills Half of the times I don't know how to feel

And I gotta thought to myself like, should I go Glock or should I go stick

762 , or nigga 4-nick, get out the way or you'll get hit

And I gotta thought to myself like, should I trap or go on that lick

Do both, gotta make a lot of sense, it don't matter I gotta be rich

And I gotta thought to myself like, Lost Gma, Ma and Quaay

My life, you don't want no taste , shit I've been through you cannot take