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...
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:18
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 142 BPM