My Mentality

Yeah, Kaje Searching for my way out I’m working on the pay out Howl House Yeah Searching for my way out I’m working on the pay out They wonder where I stay now Yeah, they wonder where I be at Rumours say I’m in BX Truth be told I don’t leave them Nah I be in my same zone All I do is stay home Tryna make my pay long They carving my grave stone Man they got it laid wrong Working on the same songs Yeah Searching for my way out I’m working on the pay out They wonder where I stay now Yeah, they wonder where I be at Rumours say I’m in BX Truth be told I don’t leave them Nah I be in my same zone All I do is stay home Tryna make my pay long They carving my grave stone Man they got it laid wrong Working on the same songs Keep watching and praying that you may not come into temptation The spirit is willing But the flesh is weak... Yeah I been on a different type of time Spittin' all these different types of lines Types of rhymes I'm the only nigga writing mines Could never use no ghost writer that paranormal shit is not divine Not the kind to take the easy way out for the payout that's not the grind Nigga who gon' stay out with the kid Even when it's grey out in the midst In the middle of the mist we still in the trenches tryna flood the wrist Jeweller ask me what the budget is Zero dollars cause we suffering I don't deal with the pain I just tuck it in and then I lay with it until it come again Can these sixteen bars put a nigga on the charts I'll put up 50 large before my nigga does the charge And if he gets the bars at least I tried to do my part They would love to see us starve but I'm just tryna be a star I promise I'm ready for war Battle strategy they not ready for our force They try to rattle me but I'm steady till I get more Ran up in your dreams like I'm Freddy ready for gore We will meet again of course, nigga Yeah Searching for my way out I’m working on the pay out They wonder where I stay now Yeah, they wonder where I be at Rumours say I’m in BX Truth be told I don’t leave them Nah I be in my same zone All I do is stay home Tryna make my pay long They carving my grave stone Man they got it laid wrong Working on the same songs Breathe... Breathe... Stop breathing... My mentality Flexing my nationality Wrecking my actuality Blessings they been surrounding me Stressing kuz they been downing me Testing my musicality Can I make momma proud of me Gotta get her off salary Eating my friggin celery Treating me like I’m Valerie Charged up like a battery Flowered up like a canope Can I a be camera free The anatomy of the rant I speak gaining a hand on me Gaining a hold on the whole song She speeding up I tell her hold on That challenge shit is so gone I got balance bitch all 4s on You irrelevant, non-benevolent, never tell em shits Got it so wrong I ain’t celibate, never been, heaven-sent Oh God I’m sending him postcards to no avail Maybe he just don’t open mail Or maybe he just gon oversell us on a dream That don’t crack to be what it seems in the Bible at least to me It gives me something to believe I wrote this so I can release