Think About Me

Lyrics

[Intro] (Cloudy Beats) Everything that I need Beggin' me to not leave But I gotta chase my dreams Never see the vision I seen I already know they doubt me [Chorus] Prayin', askin' God please Put a fence around my team Do you ever think about me? Baby, do you ever think about me? [Verse 1] Reminiscin' 'bout you, I cannot sleep I appreciate it, I'll die for you Without you, I don't know where I'd be Most these niggas never seen what I seen I'm so tired of mama takin' IVs Gettin' snaked by the people I feed Tryna hold thеse tears back while I seen What I'm supposеd to do if I dedicate my life to my dreams and go save everything but my dream? I ain't in the mood for these niggas Gotta ride around with that cooler like I'm sellin' ice cream We used to be couped up on [?], it was fifteen numbers, I owe everything to [?] Used to wanna hoop for the Pistons Now rich hoes passin' me they wallets like [?] Mama washed her uniform in a sink bowl On Dickies, I was tired of wearin' french totes Never been a kid you could pick on [?] know if niggas play, I'm gettin' sent home Yeah, took a high risk, now my wrist froze We got all type of poles like a mint bowl [?] she broke my heart, but it been cold Now she tryna work it out, bitch, I've been gone Now she beggin' me to not leave Now I chase my dreams I already know you doubt me [Chorus] Prayin', askin' God please Put a fence around my team Do you ever think about me? Baby, do you ever think about me? [Verse 2] Why the fuck you ever doubt me? Told you you was all I need Now it's LV on my tee Double C, I need some Visine Yeah, I bought Chanel for my freak Huh, yeah, gettin' it from her thinkin' 'bout you I ain't gon' lie, this ain't cool Bitches ain't even my speed Ayy, VVSs all on my teeth Ayy, huh, niggas see it on my ID Ayy, diamonds dancin' all on my ring Ooh, huh, I feel like Muhammad Ali, yeah Huh-huh, nigga, you not Muhammad Ali Yeah, try to square up, we gon' send a square up Tell my nigga Rez that I miss him very much Tell my nigga Lee and my nigga Jeff, "What's up?" Yeah, ayy Your must think the hoes don't know y'all sharin' buffs I cut off my blues, two thousand pairin' up Yeah, stick like a tranny, nina got a pair of nuts Nigga take one, we take a twenty, fair enough Could've had it all, I don't do competitors Could've had it all Would've had 'em all