Mint
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
Uh, They wonder why I'm on a war path
I use to microwave water, so I could take a whores bath
Been through hell and back for all them years
No spring chicken, man I'm entering my autumn years
During the toughest times, all I did was just relax and read
And put my hood on like I was in Assassins Creed
But now everything is Mint
I left a message in the bottle, and haven't seen me since
Take the hint, motherfucker... I was told I have the gift of gab
In my response was I'm only scalping with the clay I have
Created something out of nothing
And niggas fell behind so they're claiming that I'm fronting
Yo... I'm chasing the ghost of Bedford-Stuyvesant
West Medford own, don't question me like Iverson
Dudes thinks we're rivaling, to me it's really just misleading
Its the Mandela effect or my memories misleading
Still Mint though
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
Uh, And it's on back home
Lap dances in the ruins of the combat zone
Trying not to get stoned, because the high is really overrated
And not to have a cloudy mind is like an understatement
Ugh, I'm still as sound as a dollar bill
And can be found between oak grove to forest hills
I know this city like the back of my hand
From riding shotgun back in the day, with my old man
You know, I never understood, but now I kinda understand
Why raising me, in his hood, wasn't part of his plan
But um, I was the one to escape
And if I ever move back it'd be the Lawrence Estates
Or somewhere out in the woods... all I really need is like a couple acres
And a few miles away from the trouble makers
Yeah, these niggas treasure my trash
And good for you, if you really want a fucking broad that I smashed
It's still mint though
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
Uh, They wonder why I'm on a war path
I use to microwave water, so I could take a whores bath
Been through hell and back for all them years
No spring chicken, man I'm entering my autumn years
During the toughest times, all I did was just relax and read
And put my hood on like I was in Assassins Creed
But now everything is Mint
I left a message in the bottle, and haven't seen me since
Take the hint, motherfucker... I was told I have the gift of gab
In my response was I'm only scalping with the clay I have
Created something out of nothing
And niggas fell behind so they're claiming that I'm fronting
Yo... I'm chasing the ghost of Bedford-Stuyvesant
West Medford own, don't question me like Iverson
Dudes thinks we're rivaling, to me it's really just misleading
Its the Mandela effect or my memories misleading
Still Mint though
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
Uh, And it's on back home
Lap dances in the ruins of the combat zone
Trying not to get stoned, because the high is really overrated
And not to have a cloudy mind is like an understatement
Ugh, I'm still as sound as a dollar bill
And can be found between oak grove to forest hills
I know this city like the back of my hand
From riding shotgun back in the day, with my old man
You know, I never understood, but now I kinda understand
Why raising me, in his hood, wasn't part of his plan
But um, I was the one to escape
And if I ever move back it'd be the Lawrence Estates
Or somewhere out in the woods... all I really need is like a couple acres
And a few miles away from the trouble makers
Yeah, these niggas treasure my trash
And good for you, if you really want a fucking broad that I smashed
It's still mint though
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
But now Everything Is Mint though
Yeah everything is Mint though
A'yo everything is Mint though
I swear everything is Mint yo
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Writer(s): Quinn Brathwaite
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