Lyrics:
And these demons in my mind and they're spiteful
They try to kill me in the night with my rifle
Yeah, I see evil in my eyes, I'm going psycho
But I can't read
been havin' a lot on yo mind lately
And I know you feel like ya know people ain't been prayin' for you
But you have to understand this man, that we are
been havin' a lot on yo mind lately
And I know you feel like ya know people ain't been prayin' for you
But you have to understand this man, that we are
Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand
Let's kick it back, this is Al in a track
The man who gives no crap for driving a Cadillac
It ain't strippers or money that I have in mind to seek
mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie,
fucking bread
I said you did what you said So them people better believe what they read
You don't think they come through and do that Man, my killers come
My mindstate, is like a freight when I rhyme
Check the state of mind
Yeah, my train of thought is never off the track
When I drop it, so stop it I'm
see
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. lane
Getting red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by
How can I care for the stats when there ain't no impact in my clap
And how can I run with the track when my life ain't really on track
And even if I
Record what you watch
Places walked
Everything you bought
Hack the human mind
Algorithms track your
Train of thoughts
Calculate moods and tastes
Androids
of breath
'Cause the game I got the weight, on my motherfucking chest
'Cause I truly am the best, next genius and dest
On the track like Shrek while Fiona
to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackel
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind
a blunt then ima go to sleep
Im on the track with my nikka hitta
We come with them killers
They literally on a killing spree
Now they be hating and local
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
My eyes low looking swollen
My girl is half foreign
Almost came from Poland
My heart was frozen
She turned that shit golden
She read my mind
Like
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
surroundings and Check from behind
Cause the shit I be saying is no where defined
It'll catch up on you and break Your own mind
Read where you At and read all
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
relentless
Into the mind elevating, I just didn’t get it
Time to make it all happen
15 tracks in a month, are fucking happy?
I´m devastated, my mind has been
of the cherry stem
Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track
Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black
Ever since then, she been yapping
and repeat that rotation
[Chorus]
Give me all you got baby 2nite
Now's the perfect time
Come blow my mind
Its cold out here please let me come
in my pictures
Good yute man I ain't no killer
I can still leave a joker in stitches
I don't roll with snitches
Let me outline what the sitch is
a git you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
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