IN MY THOUGHTS (INTRO) Lyrics

Yea

I been livin' in my thoughts

Feelin' like this shit for my fault

Shoulda left you from the start

Now I'm shoppin' for a heart

Almost made it out the store

Instead I left it in the cart

Think I'm better off without it

All it did was get me shot

Cupid hit me with a shot

Now there's money on his top

I can't wait to spin his block

I can't wait to get him got

Funny for the guap they act buddy buddy with the opps

Funny how the plot change when theres money on his…

Ching ching, my smile bling bling, wassup?

My wrist stay on plain jane

The pilot stay in touch

I rose to the occasion from lowest of the slums

Don't post when on vacation she know privacy a must, uh

Why you think she still in touch

Even after I done told the bitch that we was done

I can't help it is was it is and what it was

My new bitch she fell in love from the pool to the tub

Actually the bitch jump

Baby Ima trip you ever slip once, don't you ever slip up

Cause I won't hesitate to fckn pick up

My pimp cup, give you the finger

This is jus a letter to my Ex and my bitch at the same time

Hopin' that they both run into me at the same time

Never been a simp for these hoes nah I ain't lyin'

Prolly had yo hoe and my hoe at the same time

No I'm not

Lyin" at all my nigga I been ina box

Layman's term nigga I got it on lock

Cookin' it up, the flow gotta nice taste

Racin' to you and this is not a tight race

Slide up in you and I don't need no ice skates

Can't lose a day and can't let the night waste

Pardon my mood but niggas lyin' to my face, wow

These niggas faker than artificial intelligence

No wonder I be duckin' them, politicking irrelevant

Niggas say they ballin' but me, I lived above the rim

That shit don't mean nothin' to me, incase you wonderin'

The gang don't feel close nomo, but that's my brudda them

Fans stop showin' me love after I fck with them

So I stop fckn' em

And I started dubbin' em

There's no reason why these niggas hate me but they bitch is in love with him

Why the fuck they callin' but can't comfort him

Woman send me love letters, all I do is crumbled them

Haters give the slick eye, I don't notice none of them

You could go where ever that you please but don't come for him

Yea uh, but don't come for him

Niggas love tryna fck my bitch once I'm done with her

Not knowin' that deep down she could never be done with him

They prolly wanna put a gun to him

But I still show love to them, The Illest