Out My Brain

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I'm out my brain yeah, but dont say that
I never slow down, i used to run track
I used to smile everyday but thats a throwback
I never face facts, yo face that
Everyday you wake up rappin bout the fake stacks
Everyday you wake up rappin bout the same stats
 
Aint that... a fuckin bitch
All these niggas wanna rap but they illiterate
I'm legitimate, aint no hit or miss
Where the drugs at? Bitch i plead the fifth
Bet you fuck with this
Raw shit, comin at you live like a mosh pit
 
I almost lost it when they took my cousins hostage
I always lose my cool in situations, hot shit
I never thought this, would fuckin happen nigga
But look what happened nigga, this shits all backwards nigga
So smoke the backwoods nigga n dont go lookin back now
 
But never fuckin back down just get the fuck out g town
N then you gon be renowned, n ima rhyme every vowel
Every consonant sound, im so high up pass the clouds
Turn my consciousness down
Tell me why they hate our skin momma officer down
All these motherfuckers see is black, blacker and brown
It feel like LA Noire n im the scum of the ground
It feels like i was at the bottom n i made my way out
So why my name up in your mouth if you gon deny my clout?
 
I say this sht is for real you niggas lookin like clowns
I never heard of no bills but i been makin my rounds
I got a bad bitch in here i gotta get her aroused
I gotta pop all these pills boy the sun comin down
 
Yeah im totally out my mind i told my momma that im fine
N everytime im on the line she ask me am i doin right
I don't know how to answer,
guess lifes just movin faster
 
She thinks i shouldnt smoke this weed, but its somethin that i need
Therapeutic cant you see, let it burn like gasoline on these niggas
Do it for the vision, do it for the niggas that been locked up in the system
Do it for the women n the children that'll listen
Sometimes i been serious, n sometimes adolescent
But trust me i been travellin my own inner mission
N i dont take no breaks, i dont take no intermissions
Cuz anyway you dish it you gon end up wit the fishes
Battled in the trenches, buried in the ditches
They shootin from the bushes, so we do not know who did it
Atrocities committed, erybody​ sinnin
Aint nobody winnin in a world thats full of villains
Damn.

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Leo-The-G
Member since February 11 2016

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