JT the Bigga Figga - Think Smart lyrics

[Verse 1] You n***as is half pipes, get zero and a half mics I'm on red eyed flights, tryin' to get sh** right Partners gettin' k**ed by each other it makes no dollars It makes no sense that we can't holler Like to test game, yeah n***as is pawns Just pieces to the puzzle that'll never respond We blow Bom by the pound Seventeen reasons to have seventeen rounds Might have to down some clowns Try to get around the sh** If I gotta sell dope n***a, I'm tryin' to flip a thousand bricks So I can stop the bullsh**, we can count some chips Try to buy our way out this sh** [Hook] Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard You can have cars, b**hes, houses, women Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard You can have cars, b**hes, houses, women [Verse 2] Every day I sit and think how I'ma make things better Constantly flip and zip a stack of dope, gettin' my cheddar You know the basics, tryin' to be mobbed out and famous And I'm already livin' a life that's dangerous, fresh hall-of-famers That's why a n***a don't f** with strangers, I stay G'd up And I'm serious about my fetti, don't make me go an and k** sweeper Them n***as don't wanna see us, that's what them haters holler But I'm tell ya boy this neighborhood something like Mr. Rogers n***as wanna be hard and n***as wanna have riches n***as wanna have cars and n***as wanna have b**hes That's why I stick to the script, I stand tall and do a lot Make smurk play my part and ain't gon' let my guard fall, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3] Nothin' to laugh about, something to smash about You won't make it to the top if you have doubts A half bounce, get wins takin' losses Snakes come across us I slice they necks with di-a-lect Ride for self, that's out M-O In the M-O-E where we trip on something little n***as losin' they mind, goin' broke losin' they grind Goin' soft and square and combine Behind the times, n***a you need to catch up Stackin' paper to the ceiling is how you rep up Creep up from the bottom tryin' to reach the top f** the hate, ya squares need to learn a lot You can get ya face cracked and ya can't replace that I was on the wrong path, made it to the straight track Tryin' to ride something fat like sweater G-O-P, C-D-P no one can do it better [Hook]