Esham - Heavy Mental lyrics
[Esham - Heavy Mental lyrics]
This ain't another story 'bout
Hittin' your missus
'Cause, I get more money than I get bitches
And for years I been runnin' 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 payin' 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 makin' my ends i was keepin' control
They was sellin' 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 countin' my blessin's
Never stressin' to the lessons life
Be dealin' to me murder's always on my mind
It's just a feelin' to me
You tryin' to get this money
You must be willin' to be
But, you'd rather see me dead
You ain't feelin' a G
They be killin' me softly, but nigga
Get off me i wake up in the mornin'
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 pervin' hella swervin' 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
Hittin' your missus
'Cause, I get more money than I get bitches
And for years I been runnin' 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 payin' 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 makin' my ends i was keepin' control
They was sellin' 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 countin' my blessin's
Never stressin' to the lessons life
Be dealin' to me murder's always on my mind
It's just a feelin' to me
You tryin' to get this money
You must be willin' to be
But, you'd rather see me dead
You ain't feelin' a G
They be killin' me softly, but nigga
Get off me i wake up in the mornin'
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 pervin' hella swervin' 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