Mental

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, no
Too much pain, too much pain
Too much pain, Fross

I was just hittin' licks every day, tryna get my bank up
Niggas hatin' on me, sick
Tryna bite, know I gotta keep that thing tucked
Know I got good sight, I can see him
Watch, I really let that thing bust
DND on bitches hittin' up my phone
I ain't tryna say nothin', I ain't tryna say nothin'

I am just livin' that lifestyle (that lifestyle)
That's word to my mother
I can't with you niggas, you play, tryna cross bounds (huh)
And nah, I can't love on these bitches
They playin' and starting to sneak now (huh)
But free up all my felons (ooh)
Love my fallen up in Heaven
Forgive me, Father up in Heaven (huh)

Yeah, yeah, Off-White drip, no basic
When I get bent, no chaser
Moonrock spliff, my car like spaceship (ay)
Take big trips, big rating
Two floors, spot whole gang get sanctioned (yeah)
If I want it, I'll take it
Ain't have shit, why you made I made it? (Yeah)

'Cause you know I been goin' through it
But I gotta keep it movin'
In this foreign car, I'm zoomin'
And if you out here trickin' on some bitch, then you losin'

I ain't really have shit in my life, just know that
Anything I grasp on, know I hold on tight
Day after day, prime after prime, know I'm still gon' fight
It could be a whole war in this bitch
I'ma make it home by tonight, nigga
I'ma make it home by to-night
Tonight, I'm 'bout to catch me a drill (yeah, yeah)
By the morning, I'll sell those pills
Rent comin' soon, gotta pay those bills

Need weed, hear the bro got deals
Do the time, only gang, can't squeal
Free Dev, he the realest of the real
Free Bo-Dot, bring him, close up the jail, close up the jail (huh)
Can't fit shoes, can't try to walk a nigga life
Like pencils, keep lead on me through the night
Official niggas always dyin', ain't right
Like Blue's Clues, he a mystery if he lie (huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Huh, ay, yeah-yeah-yeah
Fross (huh)

I was just hittin' licks every day, tryna get my bank up
Niggas hatin' on me, sick
Tryna bite, know I gotta keep that thing tucked
Know I got good sight, I can see him
Watch, I really let that thing bust
DND on bitches hittin' up my phone
I ain't tryna say nothin', I ain't tryna say nothin'

I am just livin' that lifestyle (that lifestyle)
That's word to my mother
I can't with you niggas, you play, tryna cross bounds (huh)
And nah, I can't love on these bitches
They playin' and starting to sneak now (huh)
But free up all my felons (ooh, yeah)
Love my fallen up in Heaven
Forgive me, Father up in Heaven (huh)

Forgive me, Father up in Heaven
I love all my fallen up in Heaven



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Elijah Marcel Quamina
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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