Fredo, Clavish - Mind lyrics

[Fredo, Clavish - Mind lyrics]

Tell me, can you read my mind?
I'm in the trenches with my killers
Tryna lead the blind looking forward
I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brother, on my mother
I won't even lie they tryna read my mind
How you brothers gonna read my thoughts?
It's been dark up on the streets
We had to keep a torch my nigga died
Had my mind up in his deepest thoughts
My ahk will drop a body
Way before he's eating pork

Yeah, I'm a young savage
And I fuck with young Clavish
The gang-gang does damage
Then I make them guns vanish
This is pattern gang
Them man are un patterned
How you niggas drillers when you
Only donе like one stabbin'?
Free big Ark, they done him up well
Fuck that place, it's hell
My guys have done enough cells
I'm at that stage in my life where I
Can fuck your mum or your girl
If he's ratting
Then it's no cap and we're cutting his tail
Them man are gangster on the road
They don't come out the cell
He went into jail a man
But he come out a girl bitch made
I've seen Sav'O getting active
With a switchblade
My niggas drip in jail while your
Niggas wait on kit change
I flip 'caine, the three-two auto
That's a mid range
But I got something that will hit
Your cousin from a big way
I'm doing two-thirty-sixes is in
Like six days
And I ain't even goin' hardest in the trap
I switch lanes

Tell me, can you read my mind?
I'm in the trenches with my killers
Tryna lead the blind looking forward
I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brother, on my mother
I won't even lie they tryna read my mind
How you brothers gonna read my thoughts?
It's been dark up on the streets
We had to keep a torch my nigga died
Had my mind up in his deepest thoughts
My ahk will drop a body
Way before he's eating pork

I've seen it all
I spin the block regular, my opps
They can't sleep at all
Headin' to the top
But now some niggas wanna see me fall
They say I'm just a rapper
But I score points, check the board
Check his t-shirt, check my CV
Check the floor
I don't make songs for the festivals
I've been on glides, you
Ain't been on nothing, grow some testicles
Crazy life, only had my bussy for like two
Days, my nigga's ex-girl's tryna fuck me
Let's be sensible
Tell me, would you ride for me? Honestly
Possibly?
Any yute I stabbed up cannot get an apology
My dog got killed, his dad was talking 'bout
Snitching, I don't want his
Killer laughed off
I'd rather see him on a tee
She's too busy tryna read my mind
Time is money, so my nigga popped a dweller
Like I need the time
I secure the bag, I'm seeing mine
Tell a popped down older, "Save your breath
I don't need advice"

Tell me, can you read my mind?
I'm in the trenches with my killers
Tryna lead the blind looking forward
I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brother, on my mother
I won't even lie they tryna read my mind
How you brothers gonna read my thoughts?
It's been dark up on the streets
We had to keep a torch my nigga died
Had my mind up in his deepest thoughts
My ahk will drop a body
Way before he's eating pork

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