Mind's Playing Tricks On Me (Bon...

Came all the way from Plantation, Georgia.

Leaning, got a second cup, now that the seven's up,

the hand's raising for us.

Why they call you Haitian Jakkk, if you aint Haitian like that?

Dex Osama, you niggas aint really laying like that.

I think I'm trippin', I'm starting to see myself through different lenses,

Genocide, Samurai, Haitian, how many Jack-O-Lantern's in this?

Who am I kiddin'? It's not about how you start, it's about how you finish,

Every time they peep my true colors, I just change the pigment,

Well I guess there is layers to this shit, taste the trident,

How the you gonna knock a Killer, if you never tried it?

Try sicko, I know these niggas never ridin',

Calling me a nerd? Please, real G's move in awkward silence,

Give me a shot in the dark, my gun is...loaded

Couldn't compute to my mac's, its colors'...coded.

Drunk the Kool-aid, I guess their cup runneth...over.

She always dripping out her mouth when she coming...over,

I just overcome it, even when I'm drunk and...sober,

A big young nigga, I just got a little...older,

I feel as old as Apocalypto,

Apocalypse is getting closer in this kid's show,

I guess this is the aftermath of being left behind,

All the real niggas died,

Now the fake lives to see the day where hell resides,

I saw all six sides of the Gemini,

You've got six seconds to get the hint too,

I never seen someone so triggered to be on the dollar menu,

I bet he gon' buck, when this dollar hits you.

All about the Benjamins, all about the Bills.

When you got dead presidents you could live for real,

When you got dead residents, everybody can get Emmit Till'd

These real niggas not adding up in trigganometry

Your whole team's not passing blunts, that's why you think you've got the heat,

They not cutthroat, they just got blunt force,

My demons creeping on me, like who the fuck is at the front door?

The closer they get, the longer a nigga run for,

I'm building fences around me if them niggas want war,

if I'd let someone in my inner circle they would've brung more,

I give no fucks, even though the fucks is what she comes for,

I roll-up by myself, blow-up by myself, like it's TNT,

I'm blowing up myself by rolling up myself, like it's DMT

Blows my mind, I blow my mind all these voices they just speak to me,

Whenever something's missing I feel like it's needing me,

I literally made a song with three features of me,

At this point I'm the realest nigga I know,

Besides rap, I'm the only one that snaps and the wisdom follows,

 

I honestly think, when they read these lines, they do it in the voice in their heads.

But, I don't sound alike, that corny shit, is your mind trying to sound bite the realest shit I've wrote instead.

I could sit here all day, and compare how I sound to Mike, J. Cole, Andre, or Jay, The best,

But the only difference between their time and mine, is that I'm taking baby steps,

Im feeling what the crown's like, straight from the underground like the tragedy of Macbeth.

Saying you could match with me, is blasphemy, can't even spit fire under your breathe.

This is through the wires, I feel like Omar watching a bunch of Omar Epps,

Making a scene for things that's not even worth the stress.

Like a bunch of bitches, you arguing for no reason.

Imma Libra, don't even like altercation, but if you oughtta beat me,

I'll turn a nigga into alter sterling, while his family at the altar waiting,

In the evening for a bible verse, maybe he'll comeback? Cause he passed away like Walter Payton.

And you not getting those quarters back, common sense is the only thing I can offer patience,

Plus I do not wish em wells, I wish them hell (hail),

Marrying the game, just to have the force case upon you like how Winston felt.

You lose some, you win some, witness the gruesome battles where grit prevails,

Already mourning their losses, when the knight walks into that winterfell.

Which is how you clean the flyest crew like the broom does at Griffindale.

Always had the insiders scoop, like the band of the hawk's writers do, while standing behind Griffiths cell.

Like a Pete or Griffin, the way the jokes be flying over their Tele vision,

Hell, even the children's heads,

Like a halo subscription, they couldn't get it, so they called it a "reach" instead.

Now I'm the Lion King, reaching for the point of their peaks, while they can't even see the ledge.

Cause that's the point of defeat, trying to point to the feet, to seem ten toes down, but the way I'm running things right now, they can't even see my legs.