In My Head Lyrics

I would fight my thoughts

At night was cryin sum

I need a bitch nobody know

Can't do the mileage

Imagination turns to dreams

That's what we strivin for

Ever since I broke her heart she started

Prayin more

Put more passion in this music open different doors

Stick to who you are they start to love you more

It make me mad to see what nigga try pretend to be

I went against the grain I went against the grain

Only time I'm really happy when she next to me

Only thing kept me together was the ecstasy

They might say they love you jus for leverage

They might stick beside you jus for benefits

Remember days I couldn't sleep

I needed Benadryl

Nowadays im in my thoughts and I can barely chill

Nowadays ya own niggas the ones that get you killed

Spend money like rappers

We never had a deal

He Got scared in the feds

He tried to sign a deal

Most these niggas comedy

The real ones move like dons to me

Her throat deep

And that pussy be astonishing

I'm On her body like I'm collagen

Her lips look jus like Kylie Jen

I promise you

I brought the food to the table

Brought the condiments

She said Dream I really feel you when ya pop shit

I ever ask her pop a titty than she poppin it

The same ones in the booth the ones I'm rockin wit

Ima problem child that's what mama say

But I don't do no crossin niggas I'm not iverson

Said I don't do no crossin niggas

I'm not Iverson

I bought you Prada

I'm not proud of it

I still took you back

Never question who I am

I Leave it on the track

Most my niggas was chasin money

Before they learned to rap

And this hustle in blood

My pops was on the run

I had 2 girls

They had my heart

And they Don't know each other

Nahh, they don't kno each other

When blood spill

Mothers cry

She Put it in her will

The last testament

The last president

Do it first

We call it precedent

Only roll up elements

They focused on the death of this

She want the best of me

Back and forth like Holyfield

Angels vs demons on this holy field

The things I been through really hurt me

I can only heal

If u take one of mines I can only kill

Tell me if you fake or real

I seen rap money never signed a deal

Shooters shoot like Bradley Beal

I was dead broke

Couldn't even eat a happy meal

Miami flights was cheap

We still flew into ft Lauderdale

The game was getting easy

All my niggas touched a quarter mil

It's never done

One more chance

One more dance

Fast fingers

Fast hands

Where my back ends

100s

50s

20s

Watch the stacks change

Count numbers like the stock exchange

Yea, we shootin out the range

And if niggas keep on talkin

We shootin out the range