Deep Thought

Baby, you want me?

Well, I want you, too

You can have me

If I can have you, too

Come to mommy

Let me relax you

Let me comfort you

In deep thought, baby?

Tell me what's on your mind

Yo, yo, yo

Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out

Can't believe the shit that's happening to me

When I need a place to be tranquil,

Meditate, think 'bout what really matter

Go and rest my head on my shawty booby

She run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing

Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga

If you listening and you catch the picture

You might see me laying 'tween my

Shawty legs holding a glass of liquor

And she keep rubbing my head,

Asking me to talk to her, I don't even respond

Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm

My shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something

When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting

My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back

Partially why niggas reluctant to talk

They get their way when niggas

Start rubbing my hand, massaging my back

They start confessing to all the shit I was taught

Applying what I was taught to the

Point if you ain't right, I will slap you

While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Then it all feels like the shit was

In vainness, but I'm bringing it harder

Losing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father

I'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr

And every day that pass, I move a little smarter

That's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger

To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger

But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my

Father, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)

Well like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it

Despite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated

I give 'em what they need and got

'Em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo

We ain't screaming "Violator" like we used to

You ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you

There ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder

You ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit

Won't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it

Yeah, and they know who I'm talking to

Because they Busta Rhymes fans,

But probably not after this song is through

The fuck I'm 'posed to do?

When this be the shit that I be thinking when

I'm 'posed to be honest when I talk to my boo

My shawty probably mad

'Cause I ain't supposed to share these

Conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue

But then I got her blessing so that I can share this with y'all

Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too

In any event, this the shit I'm thinking

Some of the many things that I've got on my mind, shawty

That's probably why I smoke and I keep on drinkin'

'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body

Good days and bad days is part of the process

Buildin' with my shawty, escaping the nonsense

And though I continue to keep it honest, thought process is complex

To keep your balance and focus on progress

That be the concepts despite the fights internally fought

Those who were there for daddy, thanks for your support

And when I'm long-term thinking, see,

The terms these niggas think on is short

They hate when I spot 'em, now they throwing me salt

That's how my mind travel like I'm in a Caribbean resort

Ponderin' on shit when I'm in deep thought (You and I—)