Mentality (feat. D. Revell)
I got 1 for the anxiety
2 for the depression
3 for all these motherfuckers askin questions
Should I be investing in this rap thing
Am I gunna rap well enough to make a rap name
Or am I gunna be 80 with back pain
Still trying to make it in the rap game
God dang
That's a rap mane
It's a rap mane, it's a rap mane
Sipping booze, Smoking Jane
Swerving lanes
I'm insane
So my mental health
Got me talking to myself
Hey do you need help
Do you need help
"DMac produced it"
Top tier top shelf
Callin' shots like Bill Self
I need help
Getting out of my head
The will to get outta my bed
The lyrics fled from brain to paper
Like orders from customer to waiter
No debate sir
Like an escaped convict
I'm breaking out the bars And it hits
Same as mushrooms found in cow shit
Or how vibrations to a clit cause climax
Ohh
I gotta job to fill like tampax
So stand back
My brain might implode
Am Im going over your head or straight through it?
How do you do this?
I just lose it
Start making music
That when I'm at my truest
Tre$ Louis
I got 1 for the anxiety
2 for the depression
3 for all these motherfuckers askin questions
Should I be investing in this rap thing
Am I gunna rap well enough to make a rap name
God dang, god dang
"Yo, it's D. Revell shout out Tre$ Louis"
I got one question
For anyone with hatred aimed in my section
Like what's the misconception?
Because the kid spit harder than
A random erection
Meanwhile your flow's like
Sammy Sosa's complexion
Penciled so many verses
Gotta be near perfection
But that's an endless direction
Because perfection is a flawed conception
But my pen has always been the sharpest weapon
Yo
And the kids destined
To shoot up shit swiftly
Like an old Wesson
I've always given this mic my all
I could never lessen
The lesson of life and breathing being a blessin'
Yo
Always had that killer instinct
Even after life through me everything
In the fucking kitchen sink
Tryin' go from holey clothes
To sold out shows
Wearing mink
Never been one to follow
Be a weak link
So I got one question
Is beef really your best option?
I'll take over the game like adoption
From the Midwest
Where they rap like an auction
Always been stone cold like Steve Austin
Yo
I got 1 for the anxiety
2 for the depression
3 for all these motherfuckers askin questions
Should I be investing in this rap thing
Am I gunna rap well enough to make a rap name
Or am I gunna be 80 with back pain
Still trying to make it in the rap game
God dang
That's a rap mane
It's a rap mane, it's a rap mane
It's a rap mane
2 for the depression
3 for all these motherfuckers askin questions
Should I be investing in this rap thing
Am I gunna rap well enough to make a rap name
Or am I gunna be 80 with back pain
Still trying to make it in the rap game
God dang
That's a rap mane
It's a rap mane, it's a rap mane
Sipping booze, Smoking Jane
Swerving lanes
I'm insane
So my mental health
Got me talking to myself
Hey do you need help
Do you need help
"DMac produced it"
Top tier top shelf
Callin' shots like Bill Self
I need help
Getting out of my head
The will to get outta my bed
The lyrics fled from brain to paper
Like orders from customer to waiter
No debate sir
Like an escaped convict
I'm breaking out the bars And it hits
Same as mushrooms found in cow shit
Or how vibrations to a clit cause climax
Ohh
I gotta job to fill like tampax
So stand back
My brain might implode
Am Im going over your head or straight through it?
How do you do this?
I just lose it
Start making music
That when I'm at my truest
Tre$ Louis
I got 1 for the anxiety
2 for the depression
3 for all these motherfuckers askin questions
Should I be investing in this rap thing
Am I gunna rap well enough to make a rap name
God dang, god dang
"Yo, it's D. Revell shout out Tre$ Louis"
I got one question
For anyone with hatred aimed in my section
Like what's the misconception?
Because the kid spit harder than
A random erection
Meanwhile your flow's like
Sammy Sosa's complexion
Penciled so many verses
Gotta be near perfection
But that's an endless direction
Because perfection is a flawed conception
But my pen has always been the sharpest weapon
Yo
And the kids destined
To shoot up shit swiftly
Like an old Wesson
I've always given this mic my all
I could never lessen
The lesson of life and breathing being a blessin'
Yo
Always had that killer instinct
Even after life through me everything
In the fucking kitchen sink
Tryin' go from holey clothes
To sold out shows
Wearing mink
Never been one to follow
Be a weak link
So I got one question
Is beef really your best option?
I'll take over the game like adoption
From the Midwest
Where they rap like an auction
Always been stone cold like Steve Austin
Yo
I got 1 for the anxiety
2 for the depression
3 for all these motherfuckers askin questions
Should I be investing in this rap thing
Am I gunna rap well enough to make a rap name
Or am I gunna be 80 with back pain
Still trying to make it in the rap game
God dang
That's a rap mane
It's a rap mane, it's a rap mane
It's a rap mane
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Revell
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