With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly
Never in my life thought you'd be the one to play me.
Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought
Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top
Making my thought process sporadic
Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick
And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,
Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed
When you feel like this
This what my thought sound is
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
There's no way i ever thought i'd admit it and say in my bars
I believe in god, everyone has there own thought
Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud
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