Inside My Mind Pt. 2

And we used to play with twigs Now we play wit different types of sticks Your brodie hopped up inna streets And he lost his fuckin life for it And you livin by tha code Well i'm comin to decipher it Still livin by tha code Well get ready to come die for it From a place where you gon go broke And hit a lick From a place you see a opp Empty that fuckin clip You gotta 5 Go to tha street corner to get some lip Murder suspects turn into victims I fuckin hate this shit They spin blocks But when they get caught they start panicking They spin once plan go home and then Plan again They wearin flags wit gang colors Like red, blue, black, And tha color of a mandarin And i remember a yungin ain't have a mattress Yea i was sleeping on that laminate I caught that boy in traffic And he froze up like a mannequin Catch a opp and he gon lay down like Raymour and flanagan I make you sleepy with these hollows Shooting up like breaking bad Brodie in tha trap A .40 on his lap and you get napped Bodybag Bullets hittin you like it's a game of tag Cookin crack counting grams Like it's motherfuckin math In the field wit some goons And i'm makin bread stack Got booked did time But my bro still serve crack And bro still on that trial For that motherfuckin strap And i'm outside wit my guys Momma hope i make it back *REAL VOICEMAIL FROM MY MOM* Bro serve fenny Knock you out like a bill cosby victim Bendin blocks wit blood drippin Bro won't leave a witness In tha trap i'm movin weight like i'm at Planet fitness Even tha killers can get killed Survival of tha fittest I put a m on your head callin you mario Evil twin gon hop up onnit like a wario And no i cannot marry you i'm not sorry hoe Brodie see a opp And put another body Onna floor And i wish you would try to test tha man in me I'll leave u laying in that hearse Like it's a canopy And i wish you would try to test my sanity I'll leave u layin face down inna ditch That's a calamity And it's like bloody murder is my fantasy You come into my crib I'm smashing your head off tha vanity Oh i'm sorry sorry for profanity Fuck that i'll slaughter you Tha feds is looking absently Watch me call up big bro and he sparkin it Extra bullets in tha clip Like chromosomes up in retarded kids And you know i'm gonna finish it Cause i'm tha one who started it I'm still rolling wit tha same people That i started with