My Thoughts III
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My Thoughts III

Zilla Balboa

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Дата релиза 2023
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Текст My Thoughts III

I know the world know, that you can′t trust mfs

I don't know what make people think

That they can trust everybody that they come in contact with

Or everybody that you deal with

You can′t trust em

You can't even trust mfs that you've known all your life

Family ain′t shit, a lot of shit go down man

Say I exist outside the rules, chances make champions nigga

Only vouching for me shid I ain′t stamping these niggas

Playa made who me nah I ain't cuffing you hoes

Only giving em long dick I ain′t loving you hoes

And the pussy ain't enough where your bag at baby?

Black buffs white gold with the baguettes baby

Vision clear than a bitch through these diamond cut lenses

Two door box on them eights, couple AMG Benz′s

Trust the process, go with the flow like a river

Nah I take what's mines and you except what they give ya

I′m to near ya not to hear ya, respectfully I don't fear ya

Know the feelings mutual because killers respect killers

Excuse me let me introduce me

La look Nawfside top of the line O.G

You win some you loose some c'est la vie

Small city nigga but I do it B.I.G

Shid I′m all pressure, you either apply it or feel it

I choose to speak the real only cowards conceal it

Never seen so many gangsters gossip, money my topic

Anything other than that you need to stop it fuck nigga

You know when a mf hate you

But they′re with you

See when you be going to asking God like reveal it reveal to me

Don't take away who don′t mean no good to me

Reveal to me who don't mean no good to me

Let em stay here, I want them mfs to watch me ball

I took the long route

I ain′t cut corners, kiss ass, and I ain't sell out

Zip it nigga catch your rack until you bail out

Under pressure they can′t take it so they tell out

Now you getting aired out

Niggas waist their whole life trying to impress the streets

It's f.o.e they bring the best out of me

Family over everythang maintain remain solid

And before you go to war better have you some deep pockets

Stupid nigga tried to go around me and payed for it

Played your own self boy and I still I got payed for it

Alls well that ends well

Im a shark amongst shrimp selling water to some whales

And I don't catch feelings I catch plays and flights

Keep my eyes on the bag refusing to loose sight

And I ain′t waiting, hesitating or procrastinating

The shit these niggas brag about ain′t even fascinating

And I'm your favorite rapper favorite rapper on the lowski

No love in they interviews, they act like they don′t know me

Draped in all black like Shinobi

I'm mixing the purp and yellow together call it Kobe

Its business never personal just pay me what you owe me

She say she love me, I told her open her heart and show me

That Richard Mille cool but that Rollie a hood trophy

You can hate me all you want, suck a dick and die slowly

Watch me turn the fuck up

Watch me do what I do

What I′m known for doing

That's what I like the big God to do for the game

I don′t ask God to remove you bitches

I ask him to reveal your face

So I can see who behind the mask, and then it's mask off

And it's game time, that′s what the fucks going on

Can′t trust the game if it's staring in your face

Sit at the dinner table with you

And hope to God you choke off your food

That′s how they play

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