Thoughts - Crucified

lost many friends over this cold flow

see them in the wind we don’t talk no more

even my kin folk walk like hoes

try to get up in my potential goal

won’t let em win no i don’t think so

160 percent you go 'head go

i don’t need a benz (?) to know that im that dope

i don’t recommend it try to test my soul

man i been the illest, im that cold

feel like im being sentenced but i walk through

like im dodging bullets at my window

man im straight up killin the???

and im gaining wisdom like im that old

see me winnin chillin and on my smoke

if they wanna hit it i got that so come and get ya ticket im at my shows

im on that illness, chronic tote

dont chill with bitches im on my own

me and my fam and me and the ghost see me outside im on that toast

how many snitches how many hoes

aint none in my crowd cuz i stay alone

im rollin around fucked up on my throne won’t throw it down hold up sip slow

damn im gone again