Thoughts on Thursday

Ima tell ya what I ain’t worried bout
Another nigga with a hurried mouth
Ain’t even thinkin bout it, just running lip
It’s a marathon, not a sprint — marinate
Or turn your nose like a simp if you care to hate
When you see my name on that blimp you can share the shade
Peace signs high enough to resonate
I dont get ready i stay ready to set it straight
Pray heavy, I really ain’t tryna decimate
I’d rather work it out, leave us both in better shape
More time- that’s something I gotta dedicate
Just a young 20 sum, I got selfish ways
Still coming with 4 hands and 3 feet
Niggas couldn’t see me if I starrd on tv
Clean the dick up nice, sh a neat freak
Playing with it in the whip, just a sneak peek
Better things to come gotta believe that
Give em food for thought and they’ll give you feedback
Invest beyond a weed sack
And yeah its your journey but its Gods plan, you should read that
Well Swain why you gotta preach rap?
Listen I done learned the hard way, I’m just tryna help you leap that
You could skip the bullshit or try it out
But that’s a silver spoon servicing a dying mouth
I’m tryna live with a little more passion
Keep sharpening iron: I’m doing fine
And really I ain’t tryna be saying trying all the time
Ain’t no attempts boyn we really on the grind 24/7
There ain’t no heaven for a sinner from the bottom of the map
Keep em running to that old reverend
Gotcha soul sweating cause ya know its getting hotter by the second, minute hour
There ain’t no heaven for a sinner from the bottom of the map
Keep em running to that old reverend
Gotcha soul sweating cause ya know its getting hotter by the second
Can you feel that?