Letras
You know the beat won't repeat
If the street don't agree
You a son of their grief
Had enough of the beef
I'ma love more than me
Nearly jumped off the roof
Officer but don't shoot
I'ma skank to the love
I'ma skank to the love
I'ma skank to the love
I'ma skank to the love
Ain't addicted to drugs
I'm a victim to love
40 40 at lunch
Now I'm stuck in the mud
Turn to drink if shit ain't looking up like fam
Looking for my name a cup
I lost my way on a bus
I know the game rigged for us
It's like yeah yeaaah yeahh
FREE YOUR MIND, FREE YOUR MIND
FREE YOUR MIND, FREE YOUR MIND
FREE YOUR MIND, FREE YOUR MIND
Get the feeling that
I'm invisible
I know you watched it all
when this brotha fall
Fake can fuck a doll
We're more subtle bro
Hear this london flow
Yea I'm posted too
Won't Pick up the phone
Got too high off love
You should pace your lungs
We should make more noise
I'm a case in point
She a case of rye
Ima make her mine
Hope my liver fine
I'm paint a picture with my piss if they still don't comply
What a life
wrote this leaning on a railing on the lower eastern side
But there's still Scars on my hands like I'm OJ blud
made my first bag like I'm Dulce blud
But I'm still broke like an old game blud
Never admit but Miss my girl from my old lane blud
Drink a little water for these pained souls
Pour a little water on these baked roads
Just Too hot for some tamed growth
So Take a little bucket and make wholes
You know the beat won't repeat
If the street don't agree
You a son of their grief
Had enough of the beef