Mentality

Mm, duh where would I blow up?

 

I used to wonder how I made my bread and butter, vocal machine gunner,

 

in this tree flip a mic cord rip a hennessy sip and mentally as I deliver another hit bruh.

 

Cash on the flip shit, bought cha bitch a dime now she bouncing on my dick

 

My flow sick, she flick my bic like a pogo stick on some real shit

 

I know these niggas still snicker and laugh but that's all in my past

 

now all wanna do is smoke some good and get some

 

sometimes a little pizzaz, so i beat my dick with boxing gloves

 

why can't these females get together and fall in love

 

My back to these ropes, I want fall down choke, on my own words

 

smoke some herb, lyrically superb, down to earth,

Im not worth a fucking thing,

 

but i hate when i turn around i hear fucking a ding ding ding from the boxing ring

 

it's my mentality to bring facist duality to its knees, feeling it's own mortality

 

and seize the world by the throat, pop some more depakote so i can cope

 

with my life on a tight rope

 

Im done, I wanna grab this gun lay in the bed and pump my body full of lead.