Heavy Mental
    (专辑: She Loves Me Not - 2020)
    
    [?]   This ain't another story 'bout hitting your missus  'Cause I 
get more money than I 
get bitches  And for years I 
been running plays, get money a 
hundred ways  And I 
know a 
hundred slugs go in the 
AK  I 
learned to pay homage to the 
ones before me  So when I 
came through the 
door, they wouldn't ignore me  Steady paying my dues, blood stains on my shoes  And only because I 
had to spray some wack crews  I 
don't know where to start, don't know where to begin  God, forgive me for my sins, I 
was making my ends  I 
was keeping control, they was selling they souls  I 
was on that road, everything that glitters ain't gold  See the 
game's to be sold, not told in kill mode  The 
money still spend no matter how old  Gotta know when to hold 'em, gotta know when to fold  Gotta know the G 
code, gotta know when to explode  Gotta know how to walk, talk, live like that  Gotta know how to give love to get it like that  Gotta know how to fall off and bounce right back  My name's Esham, you pronounce it like that  If you spit the 
wicket shit, then I 
taught you how to rap  You was dead, I 
tough your head, then I 
brought you right back  If you come to my hood, I'ma front you a 
sack  When I'm in your hood, my Cadillac be Detroit black  Let's keep it all connected, 'round the 
world, respected  And always spit the 
truth so they don't reject it  Man, they said I'm a 
skeptic, paranoid, I'm a 
kleptic  Murder music on my mind, always counting my blessin's  Never stressing to the 
lessons life be dealing to me  Murder's always on my mind, it's just a 
feeling to me  You trying to get this money, you must be willing to be  But you'd rather see me dead, you ain't feeling a G 
 They be killing me softly, but nigga, get off me  I 
wake up in the 
morning to that fresh brewed coffee  Then I 
cause a 
ruckus, I'm a 
known neck cutter  I 
smother motherfuckers, got that bread and that butter  What a 
tangled web, [?] practice to deceive  This practice goes back all the 
way to Adam and Eve  Heavy mental with the 
pencil nervous coincidental  I 
was perving hella swerving pulled to the 
curb in the 
rental  Parental advisory advising these suicidalists inside of me  I 
spit the 
wicket shit for all them motherfuckers who lied to me  So take a 
murder ride with me, don't be surprised to see  That I'd die for you, 'cause you would die for me