Couple Thoughts

I ain't do this for me Cus I got some shit that I gotta see Shit that I gotta do oh And I got some shit that I gotta prove Gotta make sure that I never loose When your mental been under a heavy loop Gotta go slow how the turtle move Admire a nigga that kept it up Superstar what it do It's easy to say that you're good It's easy to say understood It's harder to talk It's easy to say that you want it It's easy to look like you do It's harder to walk Putting a life to the side at 21, 23 Never appreciated Nigga come pick up a brick, what's U saying Never affiliated He ain't wanna fuck on that bitch, but he fucked on that bitch cus them boys wanna party She ain't wanna suck on no dick, with a couple of drinks now she fucking on molly Hm.. guess it's a part of her story Cus she with the wolves in the hallway She didn't know what to say So she stayed till top of the morning But that's how it is, I guess Cus how many men gon check a friend But that's how it is, I guess Cus how many bitches gon lie again If we honest we don't wanna think about it If we honest we don't give a fuck Nother problem don't worry we drink about it Say it loud for the ones in the back Privileged makes ignorant, I know So I got a couple of thoughts The older ones fucked us up, for sure So I got a couple of thoughts We gotta strive for more, alone Whatever you do keep on walk I ain't got no answer, but listen some more to my couple of thoughts I ain't political I think But I've seen men fight men die Boy was taught not to cry And we ain't give a fuck cus he a guy And you wonder he ended up fried Walking dead he just looking alive In A bed with depression and time Couldn't feel cus he wasn't aloud Accountability lacking Guess we fucking No he a parent at 19 No more party, no more friends And no more fucking dreams Bitch what do you think this is This ain't no movie scene Trial and error ain't the thing When the matter at hand is a kid Most of y'all, trash Most of y'all, blind Think she a catch Lied to for time Get it together Bitch want a bad boy And wonders where's the man in her life Never respected, never protected.. she laughing and claim it's her type Whenever you cry you alone but guess it's alright, cus bitch getting dick in the night Privilege makes ignorant, I know So I got a couple of thoughts The older ones fucked us up, for sure So I got a couple of thoughts We gotta strive for more, alone Whatever you do keep on walk I ain't got no answer, but listen some more to my couple of thoughts Look at society Tell me I'm made for this shit Tell me where this gonna end Tell me you really got friends Tell me you comfortable, confident Tell me you don't just pretend Tell me Tell me Tell me your don't just pretend