MORTIFIED

Lyrics

Im just a nigga from the north side...
 Growing up I seen some shit that had me mortified
 That was just fuel to the fire I'm in overdrive
 Everything that I desire man I know its mine, I just gotta keep the grind
 I'm from the north side... seen some shit
 Had me mortified, cant forget
 I put in overtime... for this shit...
 I think finally jumped out the box like Jack
 Thought of jumpin in some holy water, demons on my back
 Fathers day I'm w my son while I'm thinkin bout my dad
 Told my son we gon be rich, so I gotta get to the bag
 Digits im addin up, dollar signs on my calendar
 On the web like tarantulas makin moves...
 I paid the cost to be the boss and paid dues
 Had to win eventually, where I'm from we born to lose
 This pressure made a jewel
 I'm obsessed w this rap shit
 My only goals to make a hunnit ms and make a classic
 Whip a countach thru the streete no traffic
 This for the kids who dont believe in magic but they takin action
 I went from my uncle basement to stacking
 To LA in a mansion damn how did all of this happen
 Despite the ups and downs we ended on top of the canyon
 In comin back for everybody please dont feel abandoned
 The smartest thing I ever did was play dumb
 And if I die before you're born just play this song for my son
 Or maybe my daughters
 Cuz I've been waiting on karma
 I Know Killers get killed
 And ain't nobody immortal
 I was raised off 95
 And Dollar bag of pork Rinds
 Stay away from Swine
 Because that Evil flesh corrupts the mind
 Gang bangin at parties we brought that metal in
 Fighting over red or blue while Ignoring our own melanin
 I pray I get to meet you
 Live on as my sequel
 You're my greatest gift
 I swear youll never have an equal
 Life is precious so live it up in the moment
 Every second is golden
 Never try to control it
 Flow with it
 There's no limits
 You're going for the gold with it
 Just go get it
 On the chances that we never get to meet
 Just look at your reflection and greatest version of me
 Seen shit out a scary movie
 Young nigga picked up a spare tooly, put some air into eem
 Hella bullets in the 4 like Jerry Juedy
 They ain't catch that
 That neither, out here lookin like a black beatle
 Dope shit comin out ima crack needle
 Putting numbers on the board I'm a stat leader, I am that nigga
 Came from the bottom now I stack bigger
 Pull up to my old job buy the whole lot out cash
 All you pussy niggas yeah I'm on yall ass pause
 Still holding this black heart
 Mortified by these black thoughts
 Cant speak what's in my mind
 Thats the reason why I grind
 Hit the trees to slow down time...

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Duration
04:18
Key
4
Tempo
142 BPM

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