Vnster - My Thoughts Lyrics

Move out, pop out,
Thinkin' bout rockin' them shows out
Thinkin' bout bags on bags on bags
Thinkin' bout cash on cash on cash
I had to have it
It was times I was f*cked up
I ain't have no clue what to do
Had a sit down talk with my mama
She say boy you know this shit destined for you

Just tell me this once If I wasn't me, would you be here
Would you run off and cry off and fear
Man f*ck it I guess this just how this shit go

Okay, all black, presidential bitch
Pop out and kill instrumentals bitch
Young nigga comin' up, makin' plays, ho
Poppin my shit, I get say so
Okay, it's bad bitches and it's fast whips

And I get what I want, I gotta have it
I'm in the back of the class, just me in my thoughts
Riding round town in that red key hawk
You gone stay stagnant dwelling bout past shit

I'm goin' up yeah this shit hitting different
I gotta move smarter, I gotta move wiser
Remember them times when shit could be harder
Ok talk to em for a minute

Like, what you gon' do when you down on your last
And you got no support
Them people is not gon' be there for you
They run off and leave off ahead of you

You say I'm trippin', I'm just tryna warn you dude
But I understand, I had to go learn this myself
That shit gon' be hard, but it's cool
This is your world, just live by your rules

I praise to God, thank Allah
Talk to him, he said, boy, you a star
He say von go run this shit up for your people
And don't trust nobody, they be so see through

I did this by myself, don't need no help
Don't need no help
They say pressure, make diamonds
And gold, it make treasure

And in all honesty, it's like
I'm just workin' on me
I know everyday ain't gon' be perfect
I have my setbacks here and there, but

I keep pushin' forward, that's all that matter
Prevail, prevail, prevail
Eventually I'ma have my time
But until then, I'ma just keep workin

Just tell me this once If I wasn't me, would you be here
Would you run off and cry off and fear
Man f*ck it I guess this just how this shit go

Okay, all black, presidential bitch
Pop out and kill instrumentals bitch
Young nigga comin' up, makin' plays, ho
Poppin my shit, I get say so
Okay, it's bad bitches and it's fast whips

And I get what I want, I gotta have it
I'm in the back of the class, just me in my thoughts
Riding round town in that red key hawk
You gone stay stagnant dwelling bout past shit

I'm goin' up yeah this shit hitting different
I gotta move smarter, I gotta move wiser
Remember them times when shit could be harder
Ok talk to em for a minute

Like, what you gon' do when you down on your last
And you got no support
Them people is not gon' be there for you
They run off and leave off ahead of you

You say I'm trippin', I'm just tryna warn you dude
But I understand, I had to go learn this myself
That shit gon' be hard, but it's cool
This is your world, just live by your rules