iPhone Thoughts

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I had some thoughts going You know what I'm saying? (Yeah) Been alright? Yeah [Verse] I've been tryna figure out how everything in the world that's all around me Always leading to something, it's life or death, it's like a bounty On my head and I'm trying to find the breath, I take the mobile out They're holding a shotty, a body left on the pavement Mother losing a baby, her son a ghost like Swayze Banging blue, like the Navy, the hole big as a stadium Not a game, it ain't a quarter to revive him or visit the arcade again Rounds еverywhere, his own blood is what hе laying in Gasping for life Coins on the ground, Sonic went and ran into spikes Had a passion to fight, robbing, and flashing his ice common And bragging, his life gone in a tragedy, right? Man, I was looking at a youngin' wit' potential to rap, and he on his profile Middle finger up, and the caption was "I got opps now!" "Try and run me down, and I'm sending 'em I a box now" "Homie, I'm toting a long stick, it's full of Glock rounds" (Bang!) Man, everybody want the clout But a lot of y'all nunu, Picasso in your house And a lot of y'all soo-woo 'cause papa got a blouse Thought your mama won't know who's who and opted for the bounce It's a lot of dudes banging, dog, wannabe squares Got a crib and both parents, homie wanna be there You got a bannister, homie, you got all of them stairs? Now he see the fruit in all of your prayers, then I reflected on it (Talk to 'em!) Lord, tell me if, when loving on my lady Or I'm hugging on my babies, I don't ever seek a trophy for it (Word!) Or maybe if they double-tapping and I don't ignore it Bigging up and have me keep it lowkey or be phony for it (Word!) And keep it humble 'cause, the moment I don't recommend You It's just a fumble and it's bogus 'cause it might offend to Leave it to chance, maybe glance, think it's something men do They pick a man instead of Son of Man that's in his temple I'ma keep it real, it's a struggle keep' You at the forefront I'm thinking I'm kicking knowledge, but it's just a short punt Swear I'm bigger in the market when I'm just a storefront Got the water all around me, but I'm just a shorefront Property gotta be the wicked heart, it's not credentials Properly audit me, I promise I don't plot against You (Word!) And if it's part of me, pardon me, God, it's not intentional But cut it off me with the sharpest Ginsu I'm seeing youngins dying every day, the hardest issue Is I don't know if I reach enough and I'm artificial But God, I only want the lesson to be clear Let it reach 'em, whosoever, let 'em hear, yeah (Talk to 'em!)