Thoughts Songtext

von Crucified

Lost many friends over this cold flow
See them in the wind we don't talk no more
Even my kin folk walk like hoes
Try to get up in my potential goal
Won't let em win no i don't think so
160 percent you go 'head go
I don't need a benz (?) to know that im that dope
I don't recommend it try to test my soul
Man i been the illest, im that cold
Feel like im being sentenced but i walk through
Like im dodging bullets at my window
Man im straight up killin the???
And im gaining wisdom like im that old
See me winnin chillin and on my smoke
If they wanna hit it i got that so come and get ya ticket im at my shows
Im on that illness, chronic tote
Dont chill with bitches im on my own
Me and my fam and me and the ghost see me outside im on that toast
How many snitches how many hoes
Aint none in my crowd cuz i stay alone
Im rollin around fucked up on my throne won't throw it down hold up sip slow
Damn im gone again