Testo Think About It - Lil Keed
Testo della canzone Think About It (Lil Keed), tratta dall'album Keed Talk To ‘Em 2
I do this shit for somebody
Who ain't never had nobody
Whoever lost somebody
They gone or locked up
I told my mama, never stress about my money
Whole lot of goals on me just like a ceremony
He say he steppin', but he cap, he gotta get him one
A lot of gunshots 'round me, know I'm paranoid
A lot of pills got me paranoid
All the bitches that be fine
But it got me paranoid
Yeah, these hoes tryna set me up
They're tryna feel the fortune (Yеah)
Yeah, we talk with this Glock
This that testimony
This that gеt up in the mornin' catch the Marta bus
This that move to Calabasas then catch a Cali' slut
This that ski mask, give it up right now or you gettin' bust
Yeah, you know it's us versus them, ain't know it's all us
I'm just keepin' it cordial right now
I'm takin' care of my daughter
But it weren't for her
I would've been stepped on your lil' brother
And you cannot do nothin' 'bout it, but think about it (About it)
You strip a nigga then steal
You ain't even kill me?
Boy, you gotta be the dumbest nigga in the fuckin' world, nigga
Nah, I still would've prevailed, nigga
(Sip a cup on buddy, ha)
Yeah, I'm strong minded
I know how to fight all my demons
Millions on millions, yeah, a nigga fiendin'
Yeah, she want my baby
But her face where I place my semen
Yeah, you know these chopper bullets can kill a demon
Yeah, you already know I love my baby mama
So I make sure I talk to her every morning
And my baby lookin' at me like, daddy, you did it
Not knowin' what I'm goin' through with the critics
She know I was smart
I was good at basketball, but rap, I turn it to art (Turn it to art)
I slimed my plug for the zaza 'cause it smellin' like farts
And my back a real target
And these niggas are darts (Backstabbin')
I told my mama, never stress about my money
Whole lot of goals on me just like a ceremony
He say he steppin', but he cap, he gotta get him one
A lot of gunshots 'round me, know I'm paranoid
A lot of pills got me paranoid
All the bitches that be fine
But it got me paranoid
Yeah, these hoes tryna set me up
They're tryna feel the fortune (Yeah)
Yeah, we talk with this Glock
This that testimony (That Glock, nigga)
My daddy had a stroke
I told him, don't worry, just know yo' son ain't broke
Thanks to the higher power, I won't ever see a crow
Do you know where I came from?
Do you know what's the low?
Everything was hard with us
Yeah, my daddy showed me how to raise a family
Showed me how to be a gentleman
But I'm out here actin' mannish
But now I'm understandin'
Taught me think before I talk
That's why I ain't out here stranded (Stranded)
(Stranded, yeah)
Haha (I ain't stranded)
Anything fuck with me (I did it, nigga)
You know what I been through, nigga
Chill (Promise you)
I told my mama, never stress about my money (Yeah, Slimeball)
Whole lot of goals on me just like a ceremony
He say he steppin', but he cap, he gotta get him one
A lot of gunshots 'round me, know I'm paranoid
A lot of pills got me paranoid
All the bitches that be fine
But it got me paranoid
Yeah, these hoes tryna set me up
They're tryna feel the fortune (Yeah)
Yeah, we talk with this Glock
This that testimony
Got me paranoid, got me paranoid
Got me paranoid, got me paranoid
Got me paranoid, paranoid
(Slimeball)
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Writer(s): Arvid Jonsson, Raqhid Jevon Render, William Daniel Repko, Levi Willis, Daniel Sturridge, Sam Matthew
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