HIVE MIND
They say the road to hell is always paved with good intentions
Explore the world alone so get the fuck up out my mentions
Fuck yo management cause 187 independent
Self destructing fuck up in the cut I'm a Menace
Waiting on the right time
To infiltrate the deconstruction of the hive mind
Release the eight inner gates like I'm might guy
Since my birth I got the curse of the nine nine
I wanna die everyday
Coping while I smoke it to the face
Rolling up another just to go about my day
Wish I knew what the fuck was wrong with my brain
Always feel alone even when I'm with the gang
Seventeen hit the green out the bottle
Rest in peace old me I been died though
Severing anything when I'm off though
Best believe got the hands Imma clock you
Riding round the city menacing we river renegades
Y'all ain't got the vision y'all ain't living you just iterate
Got that Grey Saliva feel like God I may precipitate
Y'all ain't doin nada word to mama finna run the game
Been hit the floor gotta mop my soul
Kin on the phone I ain't picking up though
Rip through the hole gotta stop my growth
Lit when I roll I be lickin that hoe
Kick in that door feelin like 44
Filling my soul with the venomous goo
Sealing my hope with the fate I choose
Living so broke when the bank so full
Explore the world alone so get the fuck up out my mentions
Fuck yo management cause 187 independent
Self destructing fuck up in the cut I'm a Menace
Waiting on the right time
To infiltrate the deconstruction of the hive mind
Release the eight inner gates like I'm might guy
Since my birth I got the curse of the nine nine
I wanna die everyday
Coping while I smoke it to the face
Rolling up another just to go about my day
Wish I knew what the fuck was wrong with my brain
Always feel alone even when I'm with the gang
Seventeen hit the green out the bottle
Rest in peace old me I been died though
Severing anything when I'm off though
Best believe got the hands Imma clock you
Riding round the city menacing we river renegades
Y'all ain't got the vision y'all ain't living you just iterate
Got that Grey Saliva feel like God I may precipitate
Y'all ain't doin nada word to mama finna run the game
Been hit the floor gotta mop my soul
Kin on the phone I ain't picking up though
Rip through the hole gotta stop my growth
Lit when I roll I be lickin that hoe
Kick in that door feelin like 44
Filling my soul with the venomous goo
Sealing my hope with the fate I choose
Living so broke when the bank so full
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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