MENTAL REHABILITATION

Aye, got a Cartier on right on
Aye
Alright, alright, aright, alright
Alright, alright

I was 6 when I made my first beat
Heart was thumping in excitement to that third beat
Rapped over it down in Laurel 3rd Street
Mentally I'm like "when me and you first meet
Imma treat you with love and appreciation beyond Pearce Street
You never seen this side of me ever since "eyes opened"

I was in tears
You put your laughter in my cry's well now I'm not afraid my fears
Tired of fucking in the backseat, I needa start switching my gears
And even the fast life is tiring
I wanna see god in my rearview
No clue who you were when you were in my shoes
You couldn't handle mentally luxury
From those lonely nights from 10 to 2
You don't know what it's like to wake up to dead niggas
10 minutes away from you
Seen his fathers brain on a window
Just 2 minutes away from where they run you nigga, on gang

Counting the dope in uno, dos, cinco
Run up on the wrong one will get you finíto
Dump the body, watch him sink slow
Even the boss like counting his singles
Then he sent bunnies to plant Trix in quattro where she go
Shooting at legs just to see who look like flamingos
Shut the fuck up gringo

I done survived from some cold nights with no lights
Body smelling like old Old Spice
Ain't I too nice? Even at 16, niggas shoot dice in unknown nights
You want some advice?
Come stay these few nights covered in smooth spice
The possibilities of a black ego
My amigo just told me that I should listen to some more Smino
If I ever feel down in the trenches where niggas got increased senses
2 niggas shot 6 rounds, put his mind in 12 inches
Flying bullets, get down, get down
Gods climbing barbed wire fences just to lay on the ground
On the ground nigga