THOUGHTS lyrics

[Verse 1]
Would I give up? That's outta the question
I just been doing this sh*t for months, I'm just a f*ckin' freshman
Flexin', Finessin', but doing that sh*t was strictly stressin'
Don't give a f*ck 'bout rejection, I'm just gon' keep progressin'
Somebody tell me what I'm doin' wrong
What I can improve on, so I can get better and make some smooth songs
f*ck the past, now my groove on
Know that I can move on, but it's a slippery path like [?] born

[Chorus]
Ayo, touchdown in Atlanta
Thoughts going crazy, I might have to grab the hammer
Touchdown in Atlanta (Ayo, we love you when you dead and when you sittin' in the slammer)
Ayo, touchdown in Atlanta
Thoughts going crazy, I might have to grab the hammer
Touchdown in Atlanta (Ayo, we love you when you dead and whеn you sittin' in the slammer)

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, uh
I mean, I know my sh*t is good
Don't mеan to come off as c*cky, don't be misunderstood
You see that I fight like Rocky
I give em mean hooks
Until theres green in my family pockets
I never give up
But sh*t, maybe I will
Maybe I'll start poppin' pills for thrills then just chill
Thinkin' I really give a f*ck if yo' ass got skills?
No clout chase, about face
f*ck up outta here, lil n*gga
See, um
You ain't really who you think you is
And this game you know is motherf*ckin' sink or swim
I'm in my lane, and I'm tired of lame, so I'm breaking em
Tryna leave 'em shakin' like rabies, then get replacin' em
I rap on trains 'bout range rovers and sh*t
My name should be layin' on big posters and sh*t
So, I'm focused as sh*t, they bogus as sh*t
Hopin' I get noticed, nobody's noticin' it
[Outro]
Damn