Young Adz, Rimzee - Thinking Out Loud lyrics
[Young Adz, Rimzee - Thinking Out Loud lyrics]
Tryna feed the ends, I need M's
I can't pretend
Put my trust in my gun before my friends
In the Shard with my soulmate
Counting money from '08
Who said that crime don't pay?
Trap star way before the clothing
Model bitches in my DM but
I gotta stay focused
Niggas died, Rimz got myself outta this
I don't wanna eat, teach me how to fish
Tired of selling dark and the Caucasian
I told my brudda "When we make
It then we all make it"
I don't fuck with cops and robbers
We shot tops and bottoms
They left me in a box, I was rotting
Even though I'm rich I'ma search
Away from the station
Spent a couple thousand on
Some counter surveillance
Where I'm from we serve our neighbours
It's that or bailiffs
And I'ma beat this nine
Won't let them take me i know a nigga died
I gave his mum crack for free
Who's wrong? Her or me?
I know I shouldn't get high but
This shit boosts my self-esteem
Just wanna live a little peace
Serving cakes like it's EL&N Cafe
In out these flats, I felt like 50
I had to get the strap
Dealing with these sales, no clearance
The block made us fearless
Where niggas die before their parents
I took too many losses, ate too much porridge
Came home brolic, Rollie face olive
Had a bar before a hook
Mixing F1 with the buj fuck a 10
10 chick in the car, I'm so hood
From white and B to recliner seats
Remember when I had to consign a re
I'm just a product of the streets
I pray I do enough deeds cah I
Know that Jannah's at mummy's feet
Even though I'm rich I'ma search
Away from the station
Spent a couple thousand on
Some counter surveillance
Where I'm from we serve our neighbours
It's that or bailiffs
And I'ma beat this nine
Won't let them take me i know a nigga died
I gave his mum crack for free
Who's wrong? Her or me?
I know I shouldn't get high but
This shit boosts my self-esteem
Just wanna live a little peace
I can't pretend
Put my trust in my gun before my friends
In the Shard with my soulmate
Counting money from '08
Who said that crime don't pay?
Trap star way before the clothing
Model bitches in my DM but
I gotta stay focused
Niggas died, Rimz got myself outta this
I don't wanna eat, teach me how to fish
Tired of selling dark and the Caucasian
I told my brudda "When we make
It then we all make it"
I don't fuck with cops and robbers
We shot tops and bottoms
They left me in a box, I was rotting
Even though I'm rich I'ma search
Away from the station
Spent a couple thousand on
Some counter surveillance
Where I'm from we serve our neighbours
It's that or bailiffs
And I'ma beat this nine
Won't let them take me i know a nigga died
I gave his mum crack for free
Who's wrong? Her or me?
I know I shouldn't get high but
This shit boosts my self-esteem
Just wanna live a little peace
Serving cakes like it's EL&N Cafe
In out these flats, I felt like 50
I had to get the strap
Dealing with these sales, no clearance
The block made us fearless
Where niggas die before their parents
I took too many losses, ate too much porridge
Came home brolic, Rollie face olive
Had a bar before a hook
Mixing F1 with the buj fuck a 10
10 chick in the car, I'm so hood
From white and B to recliner seats
Remember when I had to consign a re
I'm just a product of the streets
I pray I do enough deeds cah I
Know that Jannah's at mummy's feet
Even though I'm rich I'ma search
Away from the station
Spent a couple thousand on
Some counter surveillance
Where I'm from we serve our neighbours
It's that or bailiffs
And I'ma beat this nine
Won't let them take me i know a nigga died
I gave his mum crack for free
Who's wrong? Her or me?
I know I shouldn't get high but
This shit boosts my self-esteem
Just wanna live a little peace