Mental

(Great John on the beat, by the way) Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, no Too much pain, too much pain Too much pain, Fross I was just hittin' licks every day, tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, know I gotta keep that thing tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch, I really let that thing bust DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nothin', I ain't tryna say nothin' I am just livin' that lifestyle (that lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play, tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah, I can't love on these bitches They playin' and starting to sneak now (huh) But free up all my felons (ooh) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me, Father up in Heaven (huh) Yeah, yeah, Off-White drip, no basic When I get bent, no chaser Moonrock spliff, my car like spaceship (ay) Take big trips, big rating Two floors, spot whole gang get sanctioned (yeah) If I want it, I'll take it Ain't have shit, why you made I made it? (Yeah) 'Cause you know I been goin' through it But I gotta keep it movin' In this foreign car, I'm zoomin' And if you out here trickin' on some bitch, then you losin' I ain't really have shit in my life, just know that Anything I grasp on, know I hold on tight Day after day, prime after prime, know I'm still gon' fight It could be a whole war in this bitch I'ma make it home by tonight, nigga I'ma make it home by to-night Tonight, I'm 'bout to catch me a drill (yeah, yeah) By the morning, I'll sell those pills Rent comin' soon, gotta pay those bills Need weed, hear the bro got deals Do the time, only gang, can't squeal Free Dev, he the realest of the real Free Bo-Dot, bring him, close up the jail, close up the jail (huh) Can't fit shoes, can't try to walk a nigga life Like pencils, keep lead on me through the night Official niggas always dyin', ain't right Like Blue's Clues, he a mystery if he lie (huh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Huh, ay, yeah-yeah-yeah Fross (huh) I was just hittin' licks every day, tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, know I gotta keep that thing tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch, I really let that thing bust DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nothin', I ain't tryna say nothin' I am just livin' that lifestyle (that lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play, tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah, I can't love on these bitches They playin' and starting to sneak now (huh) But free up all my felons (ooh, yeah) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me, Father up in Heaven (huh) Forgive me, Father up in Heaven I love all my fallen up in Heaven