Mental

Yeah
YG
This shit from the heart
Racks
Trapping my voice I'm just selling my verbs
Me vs beat don't care bout what you heard
If i ain't in the streets I'm just right by the curb
I took some Ls but we all gotta learn
Been going so crazy i just gotta do it

These niggas skipping i see they was truant
I am the teacher i brought it back to em
Show all these niggas the shit that I'm doing

I keep a smile so they think that I'm fine
Look at my heart you can see that I'm crying
Work and back home make me feel like I'm dying
Doing shit wrong but ya boy really trying

Shit, i don't express
I got a lot on my chest
Should i go in or digress
And i need it all nothing less

Mama knew I was a star since birth
I gotta know what I'm worth
They talking pics of my back tryna slander my name and they throwing it all in the dirt
Like the shit really hurt

We been too blessed
Cut yo ass off if I'm too stressed
These niggas soft while I'm ruthless
Boutta show y'all how these twos hit

This shit from the heart, mental tear me apart
Shirt on my back cause I'm bearing these scars
Think about dev when I sit at the bar

Almost lost two of my bruddahs from cars

Two of my bruddahs got shots in they bodies
Tryna rap to career from a hobby
I got all the skills but I'm doing it sloppy
Ain't no excuses I'm da only one stopping me

Two of my bruddahs got time on they head
Peek out the window to choppas and feds
Y'all can't come in ain't no warrants for here
They might a found all of the drugs that I hid

Streets is so cold i just copped me a sled
Might as well turn up for the time that I'm here
Don't agree with the sheets but we made our own bed
You never shit where you lay yo own head

Nobody got you, like you got yourself
When i got some problems i cope with myself
Concealing these feelings threw it on a shelf
No point in ranting if you aint gone help (Shhh)

When i run to the money ain't coming in last
Never get tired from chasing a bag
Get some money don't show off yo ass
They shooting young niggas bout quarters and halves