Mint

Just drop the top want the whole city see this shit
It ain't never gon' be this lit
I'm that man, oh man there that ego again
Bunch of bitch niggas hatin' but they shhh
When they see that pen
Wait a minute who was doubting
I'm a G I move in silence
I'm a tyrant, you defiant who wanna riot
I'm feeling like any minute anybody can get it
You fucking with me it's finished
but this shit is just a scrimmage like
Aww damn, it's not safe, you all lame, Luol Deng
O came through with that ball fake
LeBron James, don't play
This shit just a break from the mixtape
Only concern what your bitch say, yeah
You'll your turn when I'm on break
But I don't get tired
This shit sound straight
Skrrt, break
Still got that gas, full tank
But down to my last five friends and
79 cents i'll spend it and overdraft
Just to make it to the nights end
I been working for the weekend
I been chillin by myself
Like it whole lot better no need to pretend like
Don't need any new friends like, yeah
I'ma need all my revenge like, yeah
Fake niggas on the defense like, yeah
They just really want to be friends like, nah
I ain't really with the pretend like y'all
Niggas like me in real life off top
Niggas only like you online on god
You just here for the meantime good bye
Flow so clean like ooo yeah
Go 30 like ooo yeah
Yellin' fuck Uncle Sam I just made 100 bands
I been on my grown man
They don't wanna see you win
They just wanna see you dance
And y'all just hit that shiggy fast
O I ain't really with the sellout
But I'm still fuckin' gon' sellout
I can't help what they like
I just make what I want
I just can't fake the funk I been cakin' up
It still ain't enough so that lame shit is sus
If they actin' up then plat plat it's done
And collapse a lung like
I been nice since snap music
I just snap and y'all snoozin'
Want to see this shit through and want my mom to see too
I hope my friends they get it
I know that I been distant
I can't chill till I'm winning
Watch your boy get his minutes
15, lick read hot like Tempe
My bitch be Fenty
Fresh and minty
Good and plenty
Might pop whether you like or not
Hella different when I'm spittin' you can't put me beside
Anybody in the game and imma keep it that way
I watched you niggas try to switch but can't fit in that lane
I watched you niggas dye your hair and start reppin' a gang
I watched you niggas get impaired how you function that way
I don't know man
I just can't relate I'm in my zone man
I just can't relate
You know where O at
Not with the pump and fake
I'm where the gold at
Where ya soul at
Where you hold that
Where they grown at
We can't collab
Take that L you can hold that
Shoot no bail get with the program
Step up that vocab



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Writer(s): Roger Omar Caldera
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