Critical Thinking

(PBell)

(Euphoric, this you?)

E for effort, either go hard or go home

I'm mad as hell right now, and I'm off fuckin' X gone

Get game from elders, you respect 'em, you gon' live long

But everything ain't factual, so nigga, don't get led wrong

Let's talk about it, I been geekin' so much, I can't sleep

We take catnaps, sleep for the dead, and, bitch, I ain't deceased

Like what's defeat? You got a purpose

Either with us, or you up for each

It's purposeful and purposely impersonal, you fuck with me

They came for me oncе, it turned out bad, let's bring them guns out

Donе been a problem, Apply pressure, make you bring them funds out

I run with killers who don't stop hittin' until it run out

He 'bout his issue, typin' on Twitter, we chalk your son out

I ain't tryna talk with niggas, A-N-T-I

Social what I am, my head low, but keep my eyes wide

Ears always open, slippers count I won't be that guy

Who fall victim to that pistol nigga, so I keep mine

Straight out that North, but buried my heart on the Eastside

We deploy the issue, my niggas gon' let that heat fly

Got one chance, pussy nigga, ain't no three times

Think twice before you roll them dice 'cause it's no rewind

Tell 'em bring it on then, I just mix the pain with meds

Voices in my head, the talk is critical, I'm on edge

Like fuck it, I might tell my niggas get you

Better not show your hand

For any nigga try play on my mental, we gon' blow his ass

Stoolies got too hot, so we in rentals, never show the tag

Get up close on niggas, talkin' so close like it's shoulder tag

Come through truckin' shit with micro, hit opps with no shoulder pads

Might call my nigga Steeze

We caught your mans and then we stole his ass

If he catch the biggest hat for me, I'ma promote his ass

Them boys done wasted so many racks on me, I already know they mad

Whenever I'm in the city, I'm out East, come and spend your last

I can't seem to get my mind off Leeke, he was livin' fast

Bro just copped the SRT, so please don't make 'em hit the gas

That's a hell Glock, hit every block, bitch come through shootin' fast

Come in first, 'cause if you two, you last

I'ma get you worst like I gotta do you bad

Why he always rap about how he on Percs? 'Cause I can afford the habit

Even though I'm on the third floor, I hear the door tappin'

Paranoia, I can't trust a soul, I think my bros at me

Another opp bitch in my DM, they send their hoes at me

My own niggas tryna act like they ain't fans, but at my shows rappin'

Tell 'em bring it on then, I just mix the pain with meds

Voices in my head, the talk is critical, I'm on edge

Like fuck it, I might tell my niggas get you

Better not show your hand

For any nigga try play on my mental, we gon' blow his ass

Stoolies got too hot, so we in rentals, never show the tag

Get up close on niggas, talkin' so close like it's shoulder tag

Come through truckin' shit with micro, hit opps with no shoulder pads

Might call my nigga Steeze

We caught your mans and then we stole his ass