THOUGHTS

[Verse 1]

Would I give up? That's outta the question

I just been doing this shit for months, I'm just a fuckin' freshman

Flexin', finessin', but doing that shit was strictly stressin'

Don't give a fuck 'bout rejection, I'm just gon' keep progressin'

Somebody tell me what I'm doin' wrong

What I can improve on, so I can get better and make some smooth songs

Fuck the past, now my groove on

Know that I can move on, but it's a slippery path like lube on

[Chorus]

Ayo, touchdown in Atlanta

Thoughts going crazy, I might have to grab the hammer

Touchdown in Atlanta (They only love you when you dead and when you sittin' in the slammer)

Ayo, touchdown in Atlanta

Thoughts going crazy, I might have to grab the hammer

Touchdown in Atlanta (They only love you when you dead and whеn you sittin' in the slammer)

[Verse 2]

Uh, uh, uh

I mean, I know my shit is good

Don't mеan to come off as cocky, don't be misunderstood

You see that I fight like Rocky, I give em mean hooks

Until there's green in my family pockets

I never give up

But shit, maybe I will

Maybe I'll start poppin' pills for thrills then just chill

Thinkin' they really give a fuck if yo' ass got skills?

No clout chase, about face

Fuck up outta here, lil nigga

See, um

You ain't really who you think you is

And this game you know is motherfuckin' sink or swim

I'm in my lane, and I'm tired of lame, so I'm breaking em

Tryna leave 'em shakin' like rabies, then get replacin' em

I rap on trains 'bout range rovers and shit

My name should be layin' on big posters and shit

So, I'm focused as shit, they bogus as shit

Hopin' I get noticed, nobody's noticin' it

[Outro]

Damn