Lyrics:
I been feeling some type way, Lowkey I been, I been, I been waiting for my time
It's the NASAKID bitch
I just got put on by my brother thats my twin
the trap with many men
No these ain’t no strangers these is my friends
If I see bro go down then ima
Pick him up and break a band
I’m too damn young
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
The only reason that nigga txtingmyphone cause a young nigga thought he got dissed
The only reason that nigga calling my phone cause a young nigga
How the fuck does that sound
Like I play in LA
I'm the king with my crown
No matter the city
I'm the flyest around
My mind in the sky
I ain't ever
Doing
Get you some Chedda young Fella that’s what you betta do
Get you some money miss lady
That’s what you betta do
Get you some fetty my Souljah That’s
I'm too young
(Hey Vectro you going crazy)
Yeah I'm too young
Yeah
Back then I ain't no work. Now I get up and I go my whole side
I wear everything
band
I'm lookin at all these girls like "I don't wanna waste your time"
So I'mma move it out west, but I still got that state of mind
From the Empire
the people who clueless
Move by myself cause not many can do this
I aim down the scope and I know what the truth is
You cannot hang if you not on my level
That nigga ain't show nun he ain't talking no bands
…
The hardest young nigga I can't even sin
I'm up on my opps man they can't even win
I'm geeked with
feelings, tryna get my mind right
Aye look, pressure keep building to the ceiling I had to bust pipes
Nigga,had to get to it young nigga had to prove it
back
Lost my mind, a while ago and I don't know where my head is at
Caught in a limbo of depression and happiness But it's not stopping my ambitions
and assessing myself
I broke free from all of the self oppression man
Let me make a confession it took a toll on my mind and my health
Been nursing wounds, I was
I thank God for everything
(Mind on my murder) mind on my murder
(Mind on my murder) ooh
(Young Nigga World, bitch) (part two)
Mind on my murder,
bands
I keep the gas
Like a funnel
You know my vision
On tunnel
Always gettin' it in
By the bundle
Hundred bands
Thousand bands
Million bands
Taliband
I'm
the owner never accepted my offer
I want to maintain my privacy, the house was so enchanting
Set back in all the trees
I'd bought the house for the curb
Meltan
Put a red dot on a nigga like Relicanth
I'm in my enemy head like a telepath
Fuck wit young Fooly fa sho you ain't coming back
Devil man devil man
everybody is more concerned by who did who and who stabbed who in the back he fucking hates it
little nigga wanna make sum bands
when he rap
but nobody help
Jesus got betrayed by Judas
Just like Patron on ice, the flow been fluid
I told myself I could do it, once I, put my mind To it
You can't talk pain, if
cranium,
Oh, we had such a Brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud)
And go, Johnny go and do
cranium,
Oh, we had such a Brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud)
And go, Johnny go and do
As a wise man that think if I possess the game in my mind
The reason I wear shades you can't see the pain in my eyes
In the rain storm in
when the lights out
He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now
Hit it from the back with my
yeah
Them free bands
Break it off with my team, man
Gotta feed gang
Black gloves and the ski mask, yeah
We scheming on the block with my demons
Come
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