Lil Keed, Young Stoner Life - Think About It Lyrics

I do this shit for somebody who ain't never had nobody
Whoever lost somebody
They gone or locked up

I told my mama, "Never stress about my money"
Whole lot of golds on me just like a ceremony
He say he steppin', but he cap, he gotta get him one
Whole lot of gunshots 'round me, know I'm paranoid
A lot of pills got me paranoid
All the bitches that be fine, but they got me paranoid
Yeah, these hoes tryna set me up, they're tryna feel the fortune (yeah)
Yeah, we talk with this Glock, this that testimony

This that get up in the mornin' catch the MARTA bus
This that move to Calabasas then catch a Cali' slut
This that ski mask, give it up right now or you gettin' bust
Yeah, you know it's us versus them, they know it's all us
I just been keepin' it cordial right now, I'm takin' care of my daughter
But it weren't for her, I would've been stepped on your lil' brother
And you cannot do nothin' 'bout it, but think about it (about it)
You was stripped buck naked in that studio, you ain't even kill me?

Boy, you gotta be the dumbest nigga in the fuckin' world, nigga
Nah, I still would've prevailed, nigga
(Sip the cup on buddy, ha)

Yeah, I'm strong minded, I know how to fight all my demons
Millions on millions, yeah, a nigga fiendin'
Yeah, she want my baby, but her face where I place my semen
Yeah, you know these chopper bullets can kill a demon
Yeah, you already know I love my baby mama
So I make sure I talk to her every morning
And my baby lookin' at me like, "Daddy, you did it"
Not knowin' what I'm goin' through with the critics
She ain't know I was smart
I was good at basketball, but rap, I turn it to art (turn it to art)
I slimed my plug for the ZaZa 'cause it smellin' like farts
Yeah my back a real target, and these niggas are darts (backstabbin')

I told my mama, "Never stress about my money"
Whole lot of golds on me just like a ceremony
He say he steppin', but he cap, he gotta get him one
Whole lot of gunshots 'round me, know I'm paranoid
A lot of pills got me paranoid
All the bitches that be fine, but they got me paranoid
Yeah, these hoes tryna set me up, they're tryna feel the fortune (yeah)
Yeah, we talk with this Glock, this that testimony (that Glock, nigga)

My daddy had a stroke
I told him, "Don't worry, just know yo' son ain't broke"
Thanks to the higher power, I won't ever see you croak
Do you know where I came from? Do you know what's the low?
Everything was hard with us
Yeah, my daddy showed me how to raise a family
Showed me how to be a gentleman
But I'm out here actin' mannish
But now I'm understandin'
Taught me to think before I talk
That's why I ain't out here stranded (stranded)

(Stranded, yeah)
Haha (I ain't stranded)
And he think he can fuck with me (I did it, nigga)
You don't know what I been through, nigga
Chill (promise you)

(Yeah)
I told my mama, "Never stress about my money" (Slimeball)
Whole lot of golds on me just like a ceremony
He say he steppin', but he cap, he gotta get him one
Whole lot of gunshots 'round me, know I'm paranoid
A lot of pills got me paranoid
All the bitches that be fine, but they got me paranoid
Yeah, these hoes tryna set me up, they're tryna feel the fortune (yeah)
Yeah, we talk with this Glock, this that testimony

Got me paranoid, got me paranoid
Got me paranoid, got me paranoid
Got me paranoid, paranoid
(Slimeball)