[Chorus]
Nigga my mind on another level, another page
Nigga you can't understand
My thought process and ways
Nigga my mind on another level, another page
Nigga you can't understand
My thought process and ways
The way I
The way I think, the way I talk
The way I move, the way I walk
The way I go and spend that check
Cause I ain't scared to take a lost
Know that I can get it back
So I don’t give a fuck about the cost
And I ain’t worried bout no nigga
I'll mask up to knock you off
[Verse 1]
Aye, these fuck niggas worsta
Than the cops
Bored broke tryna make some opps
Test my image and you getting you crop
Was down bad headеd to the top
Hating on me cause I’m rеbel minded
Mind my business
I don’t ever chime in
I’m coming correct when I’m writing my rhymes
Im ready to die and to slang that iron
These niggas they lie to the net
Like they having
But ain't really having no funds
These bitches lie to theyself
On the wall in the club
Acting like that shit fun
I hop in the car
With a Glock and a Ski
And you know that we gone get it done
These niggas some bitches
It just ain't no way in the world
I call em my sons
Learn the game give it my nigga
Not with these hoes and talking to a pillows
Can't waste time I’m tryna built some
Back then I was tryna kill some
Use to smile now don't feel nun
Baby gangsta like Kurt
Not Angle
Ain't a member automatic a stranger
Hella guns got em' for the danger
Everyday I just pray and I study
Stay ready for some shit to get ugly
No emotion don’t tell me you love me
Disregard just how you feel
Love a easy way to get kill
Sorry to tell ya but that what it is
Turn on the highlights
Adawnis the reel
Separating the phonies
From all of the trill
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Hoes jocking and they tryna see em
Niggas envy cause they wanna be em
Im in the bed with somebody BM
All I had to do was hit the DM
Knock her down AM to PM
Tupac I'm above the rim
Them
Ain't leaving none if my niggas behind
Get me a M and we all gone shine
When I'm locked in ya call decline
Hope you got yours cause bitch i got mine
Got me a 40 don't carry the 9’s
You say its up
Im not finna hide
You holding me back
Get left behind
Stab me in the back get shot in ya spine
You wanna be
In the clique
Stay down
Since they ain’t giving us shit
Lay down
Disrespect
And we shooting K rounds
(Play round)
Hard head
Since i was on the playground
Look
Ima young nigga
And im Damage
Out of control
And hard to manage
Can’t keep up
I got a advantage
Its not a coincidence
Cause I planned it
Against the norm
These niggas basic
Better go find you somebody to play it
Coming direct I’m not with the sneak diss
You made a song who playing that weak shit
Don’t put it out, delete it, keep it
Im Nat Turner in the fucking flesh
Put the n sayers who speak to rest
Trick up my sleeve
Just watch what's next