Lost yo' Mind

F*ck nigga I don't play that shit Keep my name out your muthafuckin mouth You must've lost your mind Yall too caught up in the matrix glorifying that fake shit I can never respect a man who gotTakashii on his playlist Its too much sucka shit going on and yall dont say shit Like you so called real niggas havin bitch nigga conversations Gossiping like hoes discussing niggas moves You a gangsta in tight jeans with a bad bitch attitude I hate you niggas like Nazis corny carbon copies Record labels got these garbage acting cocky A lil money and a chain they on top of the world All in they videos dancing like girls Hold up who's ya OG ya daddy should be mad Cuz his son is a sucka he sold his soul for some cash The fame don't last the industry of shit Its like playing Russian Roulette with one bullet in the clip Plus every other day another rapper getting murked He was trying to chase his dreams why did he have to leave Earth Man its sickening these crackers been savage since birth I'm a tell it like it is for what its worth but first things first Young bull it ain't cool to wear a skirt I don't care if it match your shoes or the Gucci on your shirt but do you I never been the type to follow the crowd Im sucka free meaning aint none of you suckas allowed You know to go where I go or breathe the air that I breathe F*ck twelve I'm a precision driver in high speeds I'm kinda rusty cuz I aint hit the booth in some months I never retired from rapping I just do this when I want They like damn Ellis rapping again that nigga fire I thought he retired Naw I just had to get my grip right like I'm working with pliers Separation causes elevation you ever try me The metal waiting beside me Name ring bells from the west to the east From the streets to the suites from the booth to the beach nigga Beef is when your mama dressed in black crying over your casket cuz you aint coming back Beef is when somebody in your bushes with a strap Catch you sitting in your car and blow your brains on the dash I'm from the Ak home of the fentanyl overdoses That shit can make you rich but the Fed time is ferocious I'm a keep it lit till Big Tooly out the cage When I was young my favorite gun was a uzi or a gauge Yeah wilding out no Nick Cannon hide when the lions out Middle fingers up like Draymond when he fouling out Rest in peace Crash Money yeah that's bro Only rapper from Akron that was fucking with Death Row lets go F*ck nigga I don't play that shit Keep my name out your muthafuckin mouth You must've lost your mind