Thinking i should test it, then thinking i’m a fool
Incoming callplus this my homie from high school
I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain
I ain’t ashamed, i can still tame, thinking of fame
Now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking i'm trashy
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
The door crack, niggas all black
Thinking of ways i might fight back
And i know - there'll never be peace
Thinking i can't rap nah bitch please
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
I'm done with thinking, i need more fixing
Feeling my emotions thinking i can see them
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
I been thinking about just tighning the rope,
I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote
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