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Think It Thru Video (MV)




Performed By: Bobby Grand
Language: English
Length: 5:01
Written by: Bobby James, Jr Pope




Bobby Grand - Think It Thru Lyrics
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Yea, Aye
Many men went against the kid like a sure bet
Tables turned, now they wanna work, sure I guess
Niggas really don't understand what I'll do for respect
Just know when I see them DM's all I think is a check
Tripped, fell, then I bounced back like Spalding
Baddies callin', give me face time, yeah I'm all in
Can't believe my shit sound this good bro
Tears in my brother's eyes, we makin' it out the hood bro
All because I play with words, it's all I ever known
And when I match it with the sonics, shit colder than a snow cone
Treat dimes like pennies, lil mama, you gotta go home
Wave her off like Hov on the stage, when it's time to get paid
Spent the whole quarantine f*ckin' and rappin'
Put shorty on the hook, did it just for the look
Steal your girl right out your arms, a certified crook
Have her throwing fitties cause I won't stroke the kitty, dog, my life is litty
Couple clowns throwin' shots at a killer, you only get half a bar, f*ck y'all niggas
I stay tucked off, it's like my favorite thing to do is get low
You been stackin' all year, how the f*ck you still broke
Droppin' 30 albums a year, it's all mid though
Really I'm bein' nice, them songs more ass than Kim bro
Cut the grass so I can see all the snakes
Always a leechin' ass nigga, want a piece of the cake
Wanna be down for the ice, but wasn't here for the pound
My whole team tried and tested, every one of them niggas still down
Get in my thoughts and let it out in the verse
Gotta break the family curse, 'fore I lay in a hearse
My pops losin' his mind, that's just makin' it worse
I just need him to hold on, let me make a mill first
Gotta buy back his piece of land, keep it in the fam
Pass that shit down to my niece so she can eat, that's the whole plan
Lord willing, but I got faith, it's a weird feelin'
Bucket list, four generations in the pic
Let me tell you about a real nigga wish
Me, my junior, grand and great grandson in a clip
And I stayed on my job so now everybody rich
F*ck you money forever, now that's really the shit
Hell of a ride, but it's a lonely road
And when your plan's big as mine, ain't no goin' home
Sometimes the stress make a nigga wanna see the fruit
Then God tell me in due time, think it through, yeah, aye
Slick with the words, got a gift with the verbs
That plus ambition guarantee my crib in the burbs
Can't work for no other man, that shit for the birds
And if I do, better believe its temp like a substitute
No beef, but like a cook, I'm always in the stu
Workin' hard to roll in the ghost, that's why I got no boo
Girls tryna tell me bout myself, and even if it's true
Save all of that judgment for your mans, I ain't f*ckin' you
It's 2022, you still talkin' bout a zodiac, worried bout the wrong signs
It's like I mastered the art of meetin' all the right girls at the wrong times
And thinkin' how she could feel, last thing that's on my mind
I just need you to bring me some peace, and if I piss you off, it stays home, keep it discreet
Instead of runnin' to your friends, all my biz in the street
Like she know better, she get some new dick every week
Man, shit got me dyin', you not thinkin' I'm tryin'
Between networkin' and sessions, I be missin' the timin'
Said you understood the goal, but I think you was lyin'
Don't be surprised when I cut ties, my eyes fixed on the prize
Lately it's been hard to keep a dry eye, obsessed with makin' millions before I die
Won't be considered a winner until I'm sittin' at dinner
And every one of my niggas networth is sky high
Sometimes the stress make me wanna see the fruit
Then God, tell me in due time, think it through
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English

Yea, Aye
Many men went against the kid like a sure bet
Tables turned, now they wanna work, sure I guess
Niggas really don't understand what I'll do for respect
Just know when I see them DM's all I think is a check
Tripped, fell, then I bounced back like Spalding
Baddies callin', give me face time, yeah I'm all in
Can't believe my shit sound this good bro
Tears in my brother's eyes, we makin' it out the hood bro
All because I play with words, it's all I ever known
And when I match it with the sonics, shit colder than a snow cone
Treat dimes like pennies, lil mama, you gotta go home
Wave her off like Hov on the stage, when it's time to get paid
Spent the whole quarantine f*ckin' and rappin'
Put shorty on the hook, did it just for the look
Steal your girl right out your arms, a certified crook
Have her throwing fitties cause I won't stroke the kitty, dog, my life is litty
Couple clowns throwin' shots at a killer, you only get half a bar, f*ck y'all niggas
I stay tucked off, it's like my favorite thing to do is get low
You been stackin' all year, how the f*ck you still broke
Droppin' 30 albums a year, it's all mid though
Really I'm bein' nice, them songs more ass than Kim bro
Cut the grass so I can see all the snakes
Always a leechin' ass nigga, want a piece of the cake
Wanna be down for the ice, but wasn't here for the pound
My whole team tried and tested, every one of them niggas still down
Get in my thoughts and let it out in the verse
Gotta break the family curse, 'fore I lay in a hearse
My pops losin' his mind, that's just makin' it worse
I just need him to hold on, let me make a mill first
Gotta buy back his piece of land, keep it in the fam
Pass that shit down to my niece so she can eat, that's the whole plan
Lord willing, but I got faith, it's a weird feelin'
Bucket list, four generations in the pic
Let me tell you about a real nigga wish
Me, my junior, grand and great grandson in a clip
And I stayed on my job so now everybody rich
F*ck you money forever, now that's really the shit
Hell of a ride, but it's a lonely road
And when your plan's big as mine, ain't no goin' home
Sometimes the stress make a nigga wanna see the fruit
Then God tell me in due time, think it through, yeah, aye
Slick with the words, got a gift with the verbs
That plus ambition guarantee my crib in the burbs
Can't work for no other man, that shit for the birds
And if I do, better believe its temp like a substitute
No beef, but like a cook, I'm always in the stu
Workin' hard to roll in the ghost, that's why I got no boo
Girls tryna tell me bout myself, and even if it's true
Save all of that judgment for your mans, I ain't f*ckin' you
It's 2022, you still talkin' bout a zodiac, worried bout the wrong signs
It's like I mastered the art of meetin' all the right girls at the wrong times
And thinkin' how she could feel, last thing that's on my mind
I just need you to bring me some peace, and if I piss you off, it stays home, keep it discreet
Instead of runnin' to your friends, all my biz in the street
Like she know better, she get some new dick every week
Man, shit got me dyin', you not thinkin' I'm tryin'
Between networkin' and sessions, I be missin' the timin'
Said you understood the goal, but I think you was lyin'
Don't be surprised when I cut ties, my eyes fixed on the prize
Lately it's been hard to keep a dry eye, obsessed with makin' millions before I die
Won't be considered a winner until I'm sittin' at dinner
And every one of my niggas networth is sky high
Sometimes the stress make me wanna see the fruit
Then God, tell me in due time, think it through
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Writer: Bobby James, Jr Pope
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