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lirik lagu bhm pezzy - in my thoughts

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[intro]
(d~mn, bt)
wonder if it’s my spirit that make n~ggas hate me?
day by day, running through dime hoes, they see the greatest
i don’t care what color n~ggas bang, i make ’em see this grayness
i don’t give a f~ck about your problem, i’m tryna feed my baby, n~gga, huh

[verse 1]
fightin’ fakes, fightin’ stress, hit your block up, make a mess
call my mans to get some xans, on that flight, gon’ make me rest
elders, i don’t disrespect, so that’s why a young n~gga blessed
anything on a 40, i’m on it, i might leave him stretched
that’s for sure, i gotta grow, but never forget where i’m from
outside, b~tch, i’m rick owens, but insidе, i’m a diddy kong
prayin’ daily, just to dodge the devil, i don’t know whеn he come
i stayed out and made a way, this rap pape’, i’ma get me some

[chorus]
ayy, the streets got me heartless
f~ck being humble ’cause they gon’ hate on you regardless
gotta pay for a lawyer, i might get some future charges
gotta keep it real ’bout my respect, i shoot up the party
your bad b~tch know i’m gnarly, see my story, heart it
this b~tch say i’m super rare, look at me like a martian
in spirit, i’m a boss, so they look at me like the sergeant
ain’t no regular rapper, slap the sh~t out you, ain’t no arguin’
okay, sorry, but not sorry, so i won’t tell you sorry
hey, ayy, i got a chrome heart, not a clothin’ line, but i might let you borrow it
inside, i’m dead like a tesla, come charge me
[verse 2]
finna have a son, she got me blessed out, huh
gotta stay away from guns when i get stressed out, huh
stick go, “flrd, flrd, flrd,” let the stress out
i miss my hood, sh~t, i’m getting on 20 west now
gotta get a refill ’cause my cup was full with lies
every time i think ’bout lost souls, i get teary~eyed
i got real b~tch gon’ come rub your back, she feel pain in your vibe
hey, god forbid if i ever go, my mama know i tried
if you get real, you better slide, n~gga, find they block and fry it, n~gga
keep me a couple chickens, i feel every ho got a side n~gga
heard my dog call me say, “they dead,” so i’m goin’ live with ’em
we done took some ls, it’s time to win, i’ma share this prize with ’em

[chorus]
ayy, the streets got me heartless
f~ck being humble, ’cause they gon’ hate on you regardless
gotta pay for a lawyer, i might get some future charges
gotta keep it real ’bout my respect, i shoot up the party
your bad b~tch know i’m gnarly, see my story, heart it
this b~tch say i’m super rare, look at me like a martian
in spirit, i’m a boss, so they look at me like the sergeant
ain’t no regular rapper, slap the sh~t out you, ain’t no arguin’
okay, sorry, but not sorry, so i won’t tell you sorry
hey, ayy, i got a chrome heart, not a clothin’ line, but i might let you borrow it
inside, i’m dead like a tesla, come charge me
[outro]
sorry, but not sorry, so i won’t tell you sorry
hey, ayy, i got a chrome heart, not a clothing line, but i might let you borrow it
inside, i’m dead like a tesla, come charge me


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