If You Really Think About It lyrics

(verse 1)
I wonder how am I gon manage
I'm bleeding out, need a little more than a bandage
I mean, i wanna get my money straight enough to touch my grandkid's grandkids
I wonder how many hoes know I'll f*ck em better than they mans is
It's hard to say
Me and my dawgs been working hard, so it's hard we play
As of today, I'm a starving artist
Hearts been hardened from the hardships
So the harshness of the woods is all I'm feeling
Soul departed but never leaving
I'm, looking for a reason to stay
If life's all full of bullsh*t then why not get the pistol and pull sh*t?
We live as sheep and give our wool to the wolves
They pull it over our eyes like it's cool or we're fools, sh*t
A little fool’s gold, I’m
Sipping on a cup of what Future holds
Thinking bout what the future holds
And truth be told, my mind is racing but my body moving slow
That's why i keep a doobie rolled
Keep my eyes low, bump some Fly Lo
Or some 3 Stacks
I never wanna look back at my dreams like I wish I could have these back
I say I'm gonna quit and then I relapse
Re cap, re serve, team hat on backwards
Roll the backwoods, til I'm black lunged
Smoking that good, boy its that funk
n*ggas talking paint? imma slam dunk
Straight vert
No angles, straight Kurt
When i put you in that ankle lock
Drop you like an anchor off
Of the dock
Rock spots, I'm like Spok, I am so damn high that you can not
Touch me if you were on a ladder that was on top
Of the space needle
Making big moves like I'm Max Keeble
On my grind, 50-50, no feeble
I just do it for the team tho, I just do it for the team ho
[just remember we are not…]
If you really think about it I'm the muhf*ckin man
If you really talking bass, then you know I got bands
If you really think about it, you don't really want these problems cause you really don't
Really don't want these hands
If you really think about it
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(verse 2)
I walked up in the party and got this sh*t jumping -- Isaiah Ryder
….Or Harold Minor
I cause a climate change and now a couple G's sitting behind her
Shatter the color of apple cider
Smoked out of a glass crafted in China, by three blind men using a rhino horn
Rhymes ain't hard to find unlike a unicorn
Due to porn, i got a foreign taste in what I do to whores
I mean you can't even sleep on me with chloroform
And I can't sleep either until EVERY award is worn
Around my neck, not a skater but I could flip what I got on deck and
Never dap me up with your left hand
I wanted some lid so dipped to ya broad’s crib
Got up in her house and had her moaning like she haunted
Swear to God, yo, these b*tches only want di*k!
I mean I had her moaning, had her moaning like she haunted
Swear to God, yo, these b*tches only want di*k
And b*tch I got that pressure like a pinched nerve
Survival of the fittest, I ain't talking bout a finch bird
Revive em with the writtens, all action like its strict verbs
Keep the Mac up on him like he coming outta Pittsburgh
Mixed words, kicks dir-ty, flow purty boy you know that I run these streets
I got six vir-gins looking squirrelly cause they are tryna gets my nuts in they cheeks
And its finna be a thump when we meet
She can feel it in her lungs when I skeet
She just fill it up with rum, let me feel up on her rump
Put in my thumb, when she drunk, she a freak
Sheesh
If you really think about it I'm the man
If you really talking bass, then you know I got bands
If you really think about it, you don't really want no problems cause you really don't
Really don't want these hands
If you really think about it