Mental Flux!
I be goin' mental, in the cut wid' my fucks that I'm not givin'
Every young mind' so corrupt
Nobody wanna strive for come ups or comebacks
Niggas wanna come back to your gut, or your block, or your slut wit a semi-auto
A killer tryna find yo love, word to movado
Whoops, bitches trippin' off the bottle
Pool full of liquor, eyes red get a goggle
Google my life, you ain't gon' see shit and get bothered
Like who the fuck is Ty, he ain't nothin like my father
Oh well, at least I know mine wit' ya punk ass
Plus I got ya girlfriend, swervin' wid' her drunk ass
I'ma have to crash in her curves did ya catch it
She drunk, tryna ride, I'ma learn my lesson
Never drink n' drive, the reddest of the eyes
Is the devil in disguise, baby gon' be stressin'
I apologize, ladies comin in, please tell a bitch to nize
Word to my niggas' smiles dawg
Yeah we came to win like my sign
Rap all the time drop bombs like saddam
All ya dumb rhymes is made up like my mind
The greater kind
Who new my mom could raise a khan
Welcome to the pros, the pros finally got a con
Lust is a sin when shes on ya magic john
Magic johnson, I'm ballin' like all the time
Im addicted to crackin jokes till ya budded off the line
N' everybody knows ya only good for sellin' lime
Or that good green grass like get the fuck off the lawn!
I be goin' mental, in the cut wid' my fucks that I'm not givin'
Every young mind' so corrupt
Nobody wanna strive for come ups or comebacks
Niggas wanna come back to your gut, or your block, or your slut wit a semi-auto
A killer tryna find yo love, word to movado
Whoops, bitches trippin' off the bottle
Pool full of liquor, eyes red get a goggle
Google my life, you ain't gon' see shit and get bothered
Like who the fuck is Ty, he ain't nothin like my father
Oh well, at least I know mine wit' ya punk ass
Plus I got ya girlfriend, swervin' wid' her drunk ass
I'ma have to crash in her curves did ya catch it
She drunk, tryna ride, I'ma learn my lesson
Never drink n' drive, the reddest of the eyes
Is the devil in disguise, baby gon' be stressin'
I apologize, ladies comin in, please tell a bitch to nize
Word to my niggas' smiles dawg
Yeah we came to win like my sign
Rap all the time drop bombs like saddam
All ya dumb rhymes is made up like my mind
The greater kind
Who new my mom could raise a khan
Welcome to the pros, the pros finally got a con
Lust is a sin when shes on ya magic john
Magic johnson, I'm ballin' like all the time
Im addicted to crackin jokes till ya budded off the line
N' everybody knows ya only good for sellin' lime
Or that good green grass like get the fuck off the lawn!
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