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in my thoughts - paintboy kd lyrics

[intro]
(pipe that sh*t up tnt)
[?]*[?]*[?]*[?]* that prolly [?]
([?] on the track)

[verse 1]
aye, n*gga real rap
i done ran a hundred miles plus in these all*red nike air max
tryna dodge the dangers of the forest, takin’ calculated steps
dodgin’ cops, hoes, [?] and bear traps
it’s funny how the thought of blowin’ up
was the only thing that justified all the bullsh*t that i ever done
now i’m 27, lookin’ life in the mirror realizin’ that my big day may never come
and i don’t regret sh*t
if i could go back and do it all again
on my hood, i wouldn’t reset sh*t
i’m just prayin’ that my music either helped a homie smash a n*gga
or gеt a n*gga through some depressеd sh*t
aye real sh*t i sold crack, ice, meth, weed, clothes, music, hoes
anything i got my hands on, n*gga
now i’m out on papers for four years and if a n*gga talk down
i’m goin’ back for puttin’ hands on n*ggas, and that’s a guarantee
never run from your problems, n*gga face ’em
don’t you waste your time with hoes if they basic
but always remember in this world
disrespect ain’t tolerated without retaliation, n*gga we check beef
it be a m*th* f*ckin’ snow day in h*ll before i let a n*gga best me, i’m [?]
you frail n*ggas couldn’t whip me on my worst day
you bums couldn’t win in your best week, n*gga, that’s real speak
doin’ 90 down i*80
contemplatin’ why god made me
thinkin’ bout them bullets that should’ve put me down
on my momma i don’t know why the f*ck god saved me
my heart so cold, last year i had my heart crushed
by this goofy chick that i knew my moms hated
broke my f*ckin’ back to be a father to her new baby girl
and this wasn’t even my f*ckin’ baby
life is so brazzy
aye, but i’m much more blessed, more focused and a lot less stressed
f*ck these hoes, stay grindin’ young n*gga, don’t be so pressed
money talks, so don’t be so deaf, yeah, yeah
and every day i think about my father
tryna live up to his honor
up until my pop’s last breath he was all about that dollar
i ain’t never met another n*gga stronger
rest in peace, droppin’ clean money in this church tray
’cause my god saw the best in me
i got nephews and nieces that i gotta make rich
i’ma get it till this last very breath in me
aye clan, keep your head up
y’all my m*th* f*ckin’ brothers, chase the bag, do whatever, get that bread up
i promise that the day gon’ come
when we eatin’ steak and lobster everyday
and f*ck the ones that never fed us on [?] n*gga
they gave my n*gga wolf fifteen
’cause my n*gga solid and ain’t tell n*gga
he was facin’ double life
while them frail ass n*ggas was coppin’ pleas
bro was rottin’ in that cell, n*gga
if i got any advice, to them young n*ggas lookin’ up to me
it’s just this: give ’em h*ll, n*gga
make sure you take a f*ckin’ knee at the start and finish of everyday
and if you hustle, make bail, n*gga
n*gga that’s real rap
[outro]
at all times watch your ass, fam
make sure you keep your wives open for them snakes in that grass, fam
honor your mama and your dad, fam
take it from a n*gga who watched his pops get zipped up in a bag, fam
bl**dy the world so cold, no matter what though, the real don’t fold
hit yo chest and say heartbeat still, n*gga
and always remember in life: feelings is felt, not showed
real sh*t

- paintboy kd lyrics

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