Uncle Kosa - Thoughts Lyrics

Spend a day in life wit Kosa you gone get addicted
She get a bite out of the Shmist she might have an addiction
Talk to her nice but she still say I'm sickening
Them people had me wrote up ready to give a sentence
And I ain't changing shit
If that boy show pussy ways then I can't hang wit it
I call my boys to push the weight cuz they won't play wit it
Know she hate this wild lifestyle but it ain't no taming it
The streets made me this way but it ain't no blaming it
I know you don't put work in there so why you claiming it
Really got ties on both sides so I just play the mid
And I'm far from a feather weight
Number one rookie turned star player in bout several days
Yea
Yeaahhhhh
Yeaaah
So much shit under my belt
I keep thinking bout that time that they left for me on the shelf
I keep thinking bout my wealth
And I keep thinking bout my health
I just gotta move Lowkey Im on papers I got some stealth
They tryna sit me down
They want a nigga in the prison grounds
MmmmhhhhHmmm
And if you leave the streets
That bitch you call love she gone be wit me
Im trapping real hard tryna sell a key
Talking a thousand eight grams and this shit ain't weak
You gotta hit it a hunnid times or they gone be sleep
I promise to god won't leave em on they feet

Spend a day in life wit Kosa you gone get addicted
She get a bite out of the Shmist she might have an addiction
Talk to her nice but she still say I'm sickening
Them people had me wrote up ready to give a sentence
And I ain't changing shit
If that boy show pussy ways then I can't hang wit it
I call my boys to push the weight cuz they won't play wit it
Know she hate this wild lifestyle but it ain't no taming it
The streets made me this way but it ain't no blaming it
I know you don't put work in there so why you claiming it
Really got ties on both sides so I just play the mid
And I'm far from a feather weight
Number one rookie turned star player in bout several days
Yea
Yeaahhhhh
Yeaaah
So much shit under my belt
I keep thinking bout that time that they left for me on the shelf
I keep thinking bout my wealth
And I keep thinking bout my health
I just gotta move Lowkey Im on papers I got some stealth
They tryna sit me down
They want a nigga in the prison grounds
MmmmhhhhHmmm
And if you leave the streets
That bitch you call love she gone be wit me
Im trapping real hard tryna sell a key
Talking a thousand eight grams and this shit ain't weak
You gotta hit it a hunnid times or they gone be sleep
I promise to god won't leave em on they feet