Secretive Thoughts

It's just me and my nigga my brudda my keeper sum Thookas and troopers don't fly wit the eagles

And Ian feelin right pop a xan cause I'm tight they gon make me catch life in this bitch tryna try

In a dirty ass lexus on hwy 3 Texas wit the 357 for the hoe niggas plexin

Tryna get me a bently bitch I'm on a mission sent my dawg on a play for me gave em commission

Ain stuck and I make it cause god gave us will and I talk to nobody don't feel how I feel and this life is so real Ian tryna get killed got my balls in my hand other one is my steel and I never get credit for shit that I done but then now I look it don't matter not once nigga I wanna mountain you settle for crumbs make these plays on my own do it more than just once

Show me sum heart I don't follow by words niggas nowadays down but at home they sum nerds baby show me you love me cause I hate the word hold me down when I'm down cause I think that I'm curse

I don't want Prada I want the chibada and if you wearin prada to us you a target

Barely know nada I trap marijuana know I bust the pack open it hit like I farted

Leezy a P player what he might be

It's been a minute dont think you know me