Lyrics:
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
Fucks sake, I might fuck your mummy
Don't fuck around with my fucking money
Don't fuck around with my fucking money
I don't find that shit funny at all
stop
See I pull up on yo block
I got more static than Shock
Watch ya whole top get cropped
Nigga I am what you not
I'll run on your corner like a Slot
Trust nobody even a body with an ass
That's more dick than class and everybody done smashed
Damn, don't let them catch you slipping
Telling all of your
a hobby you'll get bodied by a proper heathen/
They huff and puff but I'm the wolf that slaughter sink my teeth in/
What I mean, think of treason, think
rich, add shocks into my shit
Who the click, playing it raw we wire your jaw
E.S.G., Presidential Playas, we outlaws huh
I'm out that H-Town Tex,
and Rich getting rich, add shocks into my shit
Who the click, playing it raw we wire your jaw
E.S.G., Presidential Playas, we outlaws huh
I'm out that
talking bout she love me I know this bitch playing
Ben Frank on my mind blue faces what I'm craving
Underrated only nigga making hits by myself
Stop playing
a fool die like a bitch
But that's the way it goes
When you're got up in the mix you trick
[Chorus]
It's the mind of a sick man
But can you blame me
What I feel when I rock this-
beat fit beat fit beat fit play!
Feel effect by me?
See my colors free, losing your cool you had your days numbered too
I see
at a disastrous pace
Pure shock as the bottom of the car
Becomes the top
I'm knocked out cold
My head rocked
As all my thoughts stop
On the road for a week
screw
Past don't matter 'cause I'm new
Sorry I don't date your kind
Caste too low, can't trust your sign
Positive you'll cross the line
Blood can't mix
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
me hop on this mix Making master moves as I meant to Mind my mental
Top flight prime presidential, stay Sweet, no supplementals, I'll tell you What I'm
bang your door in with a warrant
And you finally understand the enemy is not the neighbor that you went to war with
It's the letters that they want
Welcome to my panic
And I'm sure you know the fool
Where everything comes crashing down
And madness is the rule
Your mind is set to overload
Try to make money low key
You can't stop me not your traffic
Let me give you a little clue about me
When I was broke nobody text me
None of my g call
stolen by Uncle Sam.
Don’t tell me about pain, when you're comfortable with wearing chains.
Old man said young'ins today are just lazy and no good.
Stop
no deh take
My mama tell me say
Omo mi stop thinking
Weytin go be your own
E no go pass you by
I no deh sleep for night
Make e no pass me
Up for
threaten him with
Legal action I don't care i ain't
Paying for no fucking re spray
I walked over and said bruv
The fox said "SHUTUP, you can't call
Feds" I
To the hip, hip, hop, it don't stop
I get it, I get it, it gets rough
Who that, who that, who that, yuh
Together we got this, that is true
If it's
All my tracks are hot nigga yours don't even fizzle
Say your smoking clocks but you're smoking on a swisher
Nigga we can't even match
I can't name
and bring up the past
What's ya mind on
I promise you could tell me ya secrets
You know that'll I'll keep it
Stop being stubborn
You my baby girl you my lover
in here so it feels right yeah
She don't wanna stop till the sunrise yeah
You can't understand how I feel right in here
Warn them one last time I'm
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