Emotional Way Of Thinking Lyrics

Gun powder soaked in my veins, from that day we kicked that door
I left his brain in the streets, but only God and my brothers know
I apologized to Jai for putting dick in these other hoes
They made a lot up out my name for 10,000 dollars and a line of coke
I say up my prayers up to Allah, but it seem like shit won't change
Living life like it ain't no tomorrow, I'm married to the game
Pablo so cold, hoping that car bullets ain't got no name
I'ma fill up his trucks with hollows, since he think it's a game

Got so much hatred in my heart, I can't respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can't express myself
Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself
Got so much hatred in my heart, I can't respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can't express myself
Before I let that boy play, I'm gon' select myself

Deeply in love with a bitch, I feel like only with me for the fame
I lost my cousin to this shit, plus they got Leeky locked up in them chains
Metro police pulled me over, trynna see what color flag I bang
Last time I checked, we tote them Tecs, I let that blicky bang (Bop, bop)
It's up with me, that's all the time, know I got murder on my mind
He cross that line, I bust that iron
My feelings lost, it's hard to find They call my phone, I press decline
Fast forward my life, then press rewind
Look at the clock, it never change
I might just go before my time
She sniffing coke, while her brother cooking dope in the kitchen
Send a couple of shots at that two-door coupe that ain't got no ceiling
He tried to make him a killing cause all they know is killing
I left my heart in the trenches, I really need a healing
They know I'm bound to get that check for sure
I'm balling, you can check the score
I'm not saying I know it all, but I came here just to let you know
The Devil wear Prada, so I refuse to have respect for hoes
3,5, roll my cigar up, tell the opps that we want all the smoke

It's up with me, that's all the time
Bitch, I got murder on my mind
He cross that line, I bust that iron
They call my phone, I press decline
Fast forward my life, then press rewind
Look at the clock, it never change
They draw the chalk, when it's a crime
I might just go before my time

Haha man, I felt like my brother on that one, man
Kind of feeling like 'I'm drawing symbols in the sand', too
Blrr, bop bop, f*ck nigga
Yeah man, but guess what though?
You know it's 4KTrey nigga, nobody safe nigga
From BR to where I stay, nigga

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