Train Of Thought

Lyrics

[Intro] Hah, from the planet of Queens, motherfucker 1, 2, East Broad, 1, 2 What's up, god? Come on [Verse 1] Only my seed could breed another like me, more than likely, he be movin' highly Livin' the life of asiatic Gotti Now my mind, like my seed, is newborn I'm cruisin', burnin', cashin' weed until I leave the strip torn It's just an everyday, stayin' busy, 'Cause in the desert the lifestyle is infamous wild What you flippin' off ya lips ain't shit I make ya crew wanna split Ya [?] ya hoes and dream of hittin' the funk Dramatic, Masta I + C Who wanna move me, run out of E&J to soothe me From thoughts of damage, I hold the globe like Alice Swing a status through a naked eye, ice and gold truss, and My mic on hold, reppin' from the wastelands To my base man's, grampity's gramps and more I need to get it like I never dreamed of seein', but sure You only push an Explorer, a J30, I'll meet you at the [?], firstly because I curse the sin Recognize that right now, it's all Hell we live in And forevermore, my thoughts transcend from my wick To my pen My train of thought, nigga [Hook x2] My mind is my thoughts, my thoughts is my mind Let's see if we can get it all together in a rhyme And takin' these streets that's corrupted with crimes You take what's your while I take what's mines [Verse 2] I'm losin' sleep cause these crabs roll deep Nowadays, whip a style worth cheese Is you wanna [?], I got rhymes for days and days [?], the crime pays, I've never seen it hard enough to hold a Center stage, and jot it down onto the paper's [?] Showin' that I'm capable, shit that you did stole And never be erasable, not from this race of all To the knowledge, I'm gettin [?] off the street life college [?] seems to be a nigga's hobby Smokin' lye, leavin' dutch cuts in the lobby You couldn't stop me from achievin', kid I Self Lord And Master, I'm believin' in keepin' stacks Of green, comin' straight from the planet of Queens To all my Q.B., L.B. flushin', and [?] gun holders I hope we see another year, we're just gettin' over It's like that, I bust a rhyme off a track I'm prone to flip a motherfucker straight on his back Forevermore, my thoughts'll transcend from my wick To my pen [Hook x4] [Shoutouts until fade]