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chrisjenkins - thoughts=things lyrics

[produced by complex]

you know i had to drop another banger
this one for them strangers
all these new faces
no new friends took it back to basics
cause they a have you tied up like ya shoe laces
only time them pigs wanna talk is when you up in them bracelets
my partners in and out of jail catching court cases
sometimes i wish i had a sp-ceship
wen i’m done with this track i ain’t never coming back
like a dead beat father twisting up listening to the carter
riding down 26 headed to the low ayebo f-ck with you why bother
you got to cut them leeches off and fade on them n-ggas like a barber
i’m already dealing with the stress plus the everyday problems
and all you want to do is just add to the sh-t
i’m appalled at u n-ggas p-ss me the blunt no -ssist
watch me ball on you n-ggas like a cancer patient
if it don’t make money it don’t make sense
knew what that meant ever since i was 6 hold up
you either hooping or you rapping or you gotta stupid wrist
ain’t nothing free you gotta take a risk
yall ain’t hearing me or feeling me it is what it is
but uma tell ya like this
you born alone die alone n0body owe you sh-t
this fa that hustler on the i moving bricks
this fa that n-gga riding round with his chopper cause he gotta get his kids them christmas gifts
fye fye fye
murder homicide genocide
from me to you you gotta have a plan
from me to you i’m worth a couple grand
if not a couple mill
i wanna spaz on you n-ggas but my dog say chill
shout out my og ill will

[hook: chrisjenkins]
it goes maserati bugatti mansion on the hill
lord i need a deal need a couple m’s
but i’ll settle for a couple thou
sit back and watch the money pile
they say thoughts become things if you think it you can have it
i remember we ain’t had it
they say thoughts become things if you think it you can have it
i remember we ain’t had shhhhh

[verse 2: chrisjenkins]
we still ain’t got sh-t born broke die rich
imagine the irony in that
getting ready for another interview
gotta iron out the wrinkles in my slacks
got dammit
i’m tired of this just over broke sh-t
all this wishing and hoping thats probably why a n-gga still smoking save me a short bro
i’m gone give them want they want
i’m gone give them want they want
they want that real sh-t no this the realest sh-t
carolina
eating every beat like we feasting at the diner
n-gga get straight no lineup
i’m a block star with a sour life n-gga f-ck your designer
stay on the grind can’t be laid back like recliners
foolie what up you see me dropping knowledge
even tho i dropped out of college
stayed around the corner from the projects
chilling on church street
where the hustler and the work meet
jays running like a track meet
had estill popping like acne if u gotta question n-gga ask me
is you a enemy a frenemie u ain’t family u ain’t kind to me
you ain’t repping tvg then get the f-ck up out my face
i ain’t social with you n-ggas get the f-ck up out my sp-ce
i careless about ya race cause the money green
tvg the next money team
cash rules everything around me cream
shout out to the wu tang that’s just how we do things
i won’t change like a chick with mood swings
pulled up in da foreign d-mn thoughts become things let me ponder on this while u ponder on sh-t
excuse me while i p-ss dis gas before it get back roll another one fast no jet lag cruising in 1st cl-ss watch the haters mad can’t live wit yall or live without ya plus yall know da boy a dirty diaper i stay lit like a lighter

- chrisjenkins lyrics

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