Album Cover i was just thinking

i was just thinking

GUNNA

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I was just thinkin′ 'bout the times I was hard-headed

Thought it was right all along, I was misled

All this weight on my back feelin′ so heavy

These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready

I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin′ petty

I was so focused on the top and I′m still at it

They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn it

They want me to go back to the block, no, no, no

I done gained a whole lot of more opps, now I′m home

Niggas' nose all in mine, don′t know how to mind they own

Twenty-three and one, how you feel when you alone?

That's four walls talkin′ to you, tellin' you you gone (Tellin' you you gone)

Only I done cried ′cause this feelin′ for my bro (King Slime)

And you know my mind, you done watched that nigga grow (Watched that nigga grow)

Know you hearin' the lies that your lil′ brother might fold (Gunna Wunna)

Yeah, I had popped out, but don't let ′em say I told

No, I ain't you lil′ boys, I'ma show you that I'm grown

Bulletproof the big toys, let me show you how we roll

Old niggas in my business, had to tell ′em tuck they nose

You wack niggas can′t get with this, I'm one hundred for sure (One hundred for sure)

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I was just thinkin′ 'bout the shit I could avoid

Can′t afford shit 'til I make it on the Forbes

Lotta shit I did, niggas weren′t there to say I start

I never crossed lines, all I did was play my part

I ain't sign for a dime, to my name, I had a quarter

Just at like twenty-five and didn't have it all in order

Niggas think I′m indicted, don′t know that I'm immortal

No, I ain′t need no brown, but I'm back like at the Carter

I just been gettin′ high, I don't never wan′ be sober

She say she gon' ride, so I got her the big Rover

Young Gunna gettin' wiser, don′t ever think it′s over

We done cut off ties and I gave 'em the cold shoulder

I swear this life′ll mold you (Oh)

Right the fuck back on, I know it's been a minute

Bought a new wardrobe, bitches sayin′ a nigga skinny

Pockets still, uh, chubby, Lord knows I gotta get it

I'll tell you this time around, they gon′ hate it when they against it

Oh, yeah (They gon' hate it when they against it)

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