Roddy Ricch
​i was just thinking
[Chorus]
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Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
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[Verse 1]
I was just thinkin' 'bout the times I was hard-headed
Thought it was right all along, I was misled
All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy
These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready
I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin' petty
I was so focused on the top and I'm still at it
They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn it
They want me to go back to the block, no, no, no
I done gained a whole lot of more opps, now I'm home
N***as' nose all in mine, don't know how to mind they own
Twenty-three and one, how you feel when you alone?
That's four walls talkin' to you, tellin' you you gone (Tеllin' you you gone)
Only I done cried 'causе this feelin' for my bro (King Slime)
And you know my mind, you done watched that n***a grow (Watched that n***a grow)
Know you hearin' the lies that your lil' brother might fold (Gunna Wunna)
Yeah, I had copped out, but don't let 'em say I told
No, I ain't you lil' boys, I'ma show you that I'm grown
Bulletproof the big toys, let me show you how we roll
Old n***as in my business, had to tell 'em tuck they nose
You wack n***as can't get with this, I'm one hundred for sure (One hundred for sure)
[Chorus]
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh

[Verse 2]
I was just thinkin' 'bout the shit I couldn't avoid
Can't afford shit 'til I make it on the Forbes
Lotta shit I did, n***as weren't there to say I start
I never crossed lines, all I did was play my part
I ain't sign for a dime, to my name, I had a quarter
Just a light twenty-five and didn't have it all in order
N***as think I'ma die, they don't know that I'm immortal
No, I ain't Nino Brown, but I'm back like at the Carter
I just been gettin' high, I don't never wan' be sober
She say she gon' ride, so I got her the big Rover
Young Gunna gettin' wiser, don't ever think it's over
We done cut off ties and I gave 'em the cold shoulder
I swear this life'll mold you (Oh)
Right the fuck back on, I know it's been a minute
Bought a new wardrobe, bitches sayin' a n***a skinny
Pockets still, uh, chubby, Lord knows I gotta get it
I'll tell you this time around, they gon' hate it when they against it

[Chorus]
Oh, yeah (They gon' hate it when they against it)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
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