Ill Mind 7

Yo, sorry for anyone who get offended by this

But, I'm at the point where I don't really give a shit

You wanna know what I'm thinking? Lets take a trip

Through the fucked up thoughts that I'm living with

That are a reflection of the world that I'm livin in

So essentially what the fuck I'm spittin is,

A reflection of mankind and all of his wickedness

Because the world is so fucking ridiculous

 

Theres too many goddamn religions that preach the same thing

Where the fuck is your god at, i need to call him

and ask him why he allows all this death and deception,

But that is not my only question,

Where the fuck was he when I was struggling with depression

It's almost like he was in a different dimension

I'm getting killed by all of this emotional tension

And what about all the wars, that I forgot to mention?

You can argue that he gave us free will that is abused

But the more I think about it, the more I get confused

So I take something to escape. Don't matter which substance I use

and I'm concentrating like I'm tryna make some fucking juice

But I'm good, I'll stick to my gin and grey goose.

Nigga Back the fuck I'm about to let loose.

Shit gone hit the fan doesn't matter what I choose,

Cause so many people just want to see me lose

Cause the only thing I rap about is the mothafuckin truth.

But they think I'm hatin so all I get is fuck you.

Honestly, I really don't know what to do.

I'm just tryna preach what I know to be true

Not religion, only the shit I can prove.

You niggas will never know what I went through

Sittin with a barrel in my mouth ready to shoot

It all goes back to my motherfucking youth

But that is a different story for a different time,

Hello, Goodbye, This is my ill mind.

 

Hold up I'm not finished.

 

Lame niggas, listen up. Please focus

Y'all only need one or two coronas

Before you get another persona

Drinkin so much that you go into to a coma

Wake up the next day with an empty bed and hangover

Then the next weekend you do that shit again. over and over

one bad chick and you think lucky like a four leaf clover

Then you spend the next ten years tryna get sober,

and your liver so fucked up that you need an organ donor

Do something with your life that is fucking productive

I really ain't hating this criticism is constructive

Because the only thing you worry about is who you're fucking

A few drinks and your blood rushing, thinking bout loving

Then you go out acting like your real or something?

Nigga stop stuntin, we all nothing you're frontin,

So go and make yourself into something

 

Yo, all of you hoes

That go and chase and chase niggas just for their dough

and only say hello, if he drive a lambo

I'm about to go off like Rambo

Stop fucking niggas just for the green

and stop trading your body for weed.

Acting like those the only things that you need.

Bitch you need Jesus even Helen Keller can see

That you aint fucking for free

"But I don't go out at night and walk the streets"

Save it, you aint fucking for business you are fucking corrupt

Make niggas buy you drinks and gems if they wanna fuck.

Head over heels, cause you get shoes when you suck

Sounds like whoring to me, but who gives a fuck what I think.

 

Yo, I know that I got a sick flow

But I'm gonna take this shit slow

Because I really need you to know

That I am not smart, caring, or kind

Fuck money, that's not why I'm on my grind

To tell everybody about my ill mind