Thinking Out Loud 2

[Verse 1] This life ain't been a pretty picture Trust issues, what would you do if you came to find out dudes that you called "brothers" are barely fucking with ya (I dropped out of college), hope mom forgives meh I had to give rap my full attention, and make a way for my supporting system (that's why I smoke douja and im never quitting) I gotta keep my sane, self isolation from the bullshit and foolery Niggas starting beefs but its with themselves cause really all that talking is new to me They must hate success because they hating on the squad, fuck it Let them hate and just keep on adding more fuel to the fire Kinfolk saying I'm different, but the worlds changing, so change with it Cause in todays time, in the blink of an eye, you can be dead and gon and be a distant memory Two shots, bang bang, shot down, better hope you live on now Knowing that you ain't prayed in a long while, thought you was invincible, bolting through life with no trials (get it), lost some kinfolk to the crack game serving most they life in the pen Some folks don't know any other way, (or its life as an inner city black American) All in all thats why it's called the fucking jungle, and im the last man standing in the ring Hip-hops Royal Rumble, nigga! [Hook] I know that they can hear me now Its been a minute since i've thought out loud I know that they can hear me now Because they hating when they see me out I know that they can hear me I know that they can hear me, cause they hating when they see me I know that they can hear me I know that they can hear me I know that they can hear me, cause they hating when they see me out [Verse 2] Recently I've realized my nightmares have been a bit more frequent, they got a nigga feeling antsy (who can I trust), everybody creepin, plotting, scheming, seeming like they don't know any fucking better It's just what niggas do when you start wrecking havoc and causing terror In the souls of every artist you can see it in their eyes Caring about what nigga saying ain't on my agenda anytime And hasn't been, (and never will), I keep it moving, (I been switched gears) Im speeding off, (y'all in the rear), I told y'all niggas that change was gon' come Y'all kept on doubting and I proved yall wrong Yall hitting my phone, but to me it ain't on Just leave a message and I may get back to you hear on another day, or maybe not Once I give a couple chances I'm done Ain't got time to keep preaching to a nigga who don't ever seem to fucking learn, (anyway) That's how you point out all the real from the fake And the one who earned it, from the ones who get tugged along the way Game realize game, ain't never liked how you niggas played I do this shit for real grinding hard yall MTV made [Hook]