Starlito - What Was I Thinkin' lyrics

[Intro] I just want to unite the negroes, I went to college for fun. A mind is a terrible thing to waste The school of hard knocks grindin 101, I learned that time is a terrible thing to waste, higher earning [Verse 1] Look at me I done recaptured my buzz Because for a minute there I wasn't half the rapper I was I fell back, relapsed, I was back with a plug Takin' the chance of a lifetime traffickin' d** Trash Bag that's us, no cla**, that's them 180 on the dash, paper tag, that's him Lito-guap-a-lot-I-get seven snuffaluff*gus The same one the Joker had, you don't want to f** with this Long nose strap like Pinnochio lining If you ever see it well you know we gonna fire it Peeped you staring at my chain, I hope you don't try it Or you'll be tomorrow's hood story, so and so died What was he thinkin'? [Hook] I be thinkin' out loud Matter of fact I can't stop thinkin' I don't think I know how Think I'm playin'? Run off You know I got my gun dog You might think that you're tough, but I don't think that's what you want dog What was I thinkin'? What was I thinkin'? What was I thinkin'? I wasn't thinkin' at all What was I thinkin'? What was I thinkin'? I know what I was thinkin' At least I was thinkin' [Verse 2] You know me I'm on some fly sh** You ain't got half the keys, nokia, I'm a sidekick I'm no kia, uh uh, look at my whip Car serviced for no reason, low mileage Packages you never had, you just be rapping bout them slabs What you know about tipping a driver and trapping out a cab? Or going to play pick and serve 'em out the center n***as ordering quarter pounders but you serve 'em at Mrs. Winner's When I was just beginner I played on expert And players kept it trill because I had the best work And I always had the best price, but guess what? Guess who got the work, Uncle Sam nephew, Lito! And I ain't even taxing but when the girl come in I'm like sorry Ms. Jackson I'm for real, I'm gonna be on some Tiger sh**, I'm talkin' white chicks on the side, bricks in my ride Livin' in the past, yeah different times And I dont trust girls that Twitter all the time I use it to cure boredom or for an alibi Or when I'm satellite high, smokin' on that Madeline Red haired dro, Lito is real, they're Palestine That's why some of my raps come across as battle rhymes That's because it make me mad when they braid the line I lapped 'em like Santa Claus, that means I pa**ed 'em by You don't grind like me dog, grind like Dale Jr. last half of his last name With the T off, T off like G off, should've hollered at me for the pound I would've took a G off [Hook]