Thinking out loud Pt. 2 Lyrics

You gotta put your past behind you

Look kid, bad things happen and you can't do anything about it, right

Right

Wrong

When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world

Play ball, play ball

Niggas get shot everyday B

And I've been dealing with depression, grab my weapon

I've been stressing, take a second, I just really think I need a minute

Foot up on it, get to steppin', what you reppin'

I'm a hustler from my section, said he pressin' but he never did

And if the boys go get behind us, take em on one

The music sounded really loud when I be on drugs

And sometimes I just want my momma and her long hugs

But I don't know if I'ma make it in the long run

So we can take it where you want, like how you wanna do it

Cause lately all that makes me happy is just making music

Been caring less about my life and if I wanna lose it

But you can hear it in these songs, no I won't leave you clueless

And I've been venting to the booth more than my people now

To tell the truth, I just don't really wanna let em down

I got thoughts inside my head that I can't speak about

And I be worried what you think if I go let em out

If it was easy, yeah of course then I would let em drown

But they be there for me when no one else is there around

And I can't lie, I miss the fuck out of my dead homies

You finna meet em, you ain't think I had that lead on me

I hate the world cause feel like half of it done fled on me

And I want blood cause really all I see is red on me

If we do dirt then I'ma pray you don't turn Fed on me

Just keep it solid, keep it rockin', you got love for me

So what's the deal, like where's the love, I really need it now

I know the sucker's really glad that I've been feeling down

I'm still on necks, don't give a fuck, I'm finna thug it out

You know I got it, so don't ask me if there's gleek around

Okay I got it and I'm stacking, pistol packing

Never lacking on my maccin, said she really fucking with the kid

That last nigga really average with some baggage

Knew that that would never manage, I'ma step and I'ma handle it

Shit is greener when you fucking with a baller

I say I love you, all you gotta do is holler

I'm missing money, hit em back, I gotta call her

I've been a leader, I ain't never been a follower

On gang