Mental (Angel's Words)

They say we done lost our minds But shii, I say they done lost theirs Six Children We Stand On It (LAYKEO) Them crackers don't understand the way that we living That shit runs through our blood We gifted Don't need a doctor to tell that I'm mental They understand that I'm hurt from the truth though I hate the hood where I'm from but they love me Stop all that faking don't act like you trust me I go retarded if you try to touch me I go retarded if you try to rush me You off of pills I'm already booted I don't take drugs I'm already zooted Got love for my family they already know this I feel like pewdiepie give them a bro fist I'mma ride I'mma slide bout my brother Angel got me like no other We ain't close but I love all my sisters F*ck the bury and f*ck the whole system If they diss on the 6ix I'mma slide with the ooters Drop that nigga I don't care if you shoot him Just like a fraction make sure you reduce him That f*ck nigga gon meet our Buddha I'm the quiet one They know I'm the shooter I feel like pop I stay with the ooters Shout out to Kendra, and Landra, and Jasmine Bout they name I'll up it in fashion Six children We boutta turn into villains yeah No dealings He did that shit with no strings attached I'm in the the whip with my brother Ro Ducking feds and state patrol Ain't no reason for discussion, no He gonna die for saying go She calling on me but I ain't gon ride I'm tired of this shit I don't got no more time Call on my brother, let's slide with the iron My sister be saying we one of a kind I'm calling my mama when shit getting urgent Slide with the stick, nigga get to purging Ain't talking Mary but these niggas Virgins They ain't never held that fye or went swerving I'm going crazy, I know that that's right Grab me a pole, I don't like to fight Call on my siblings, I don't like to fight Nigga strapped up like he a dyke Man the story too deep I can't tell you I'm too smart for this shit, man, it's f*ck you As long as a young nigga alive These f*ck niggas will not touch you Them crackers don't understand the way that we living That shit runs through our blood We gifted Don't need a doctor to tell that I'm mental They understand I'm hurt from the truth though I hate the hood where I'm from but they love me Stop all that faking don't act like you trust me I go retarded if you try to touch me I go retarded if you try to rush me You off of pills I'm already booted I don't take drugs I'm already zooted Got love for my family they already know this I feel like pewdiepie give them a bro fist I'mma ride I'mma slide bout my brother Angel got me like no other We ain't close but I love all my sisters F*ck the bury and f*ck the whole system If they diss on the 6ix I'mma slide with the ooters Drop that nigga I don't care if you shoot him Just like a fraction make sure you reduce him That f*ck nigga gon meet our Buddha I'm the quiet one They know I'm the shooter I feel like pop I stay with the ooters Shout out to Kendra, and Landra, and Jasmine Bout they name I'll up it in fashion