STATE OF MIND (Explicit)

Yeah Yeah YeahLUV

I bought my own radio station

Cause the suckers wouldn't play me

And plus the streams don't even pay enough to feed my babies

You damn right

I'm a boss so treat me like a lady

I know my worth ain't shady

But for real its f you pay me

Lookthat country girl from VA

Love my biscuits and gravy

They say my state is for lovers

I ain't feeling that lately

With all the hate I see why niggas leave town

If you ain't rolling in they circle

They don't want you around

Always talk with subliminals

But in person they don't say shit

Intimidated

Cause I showed them I ain't one to play with

You stuck between a rock and a hard place

A head and a briefcase

Kissing all that ass they call ya shit face

Oh I see some feelings getting misplaced

Well fuck em

This game ain't built for the weak

Somebody better hug him

They sweeter than a Georgia peach

Thats why I never trust them

I'm on levels you could never reach

Somebody better tell them

And I see why ngas bitter

Always talking bout the trigger

Cant seem to never get off

Only finger fucking Twitter

Thats why I never let off

Keep my foot up on the neck

Go ahead and sell your soul

Im gonna cash in on this check

I don't do no open mics

I got tired of rapping for rappers

Please take no offense

But for me its moving backwards

My partner Theo walking red carpets with the actors

We in movies and in sync

And ain't signing no puppet masters

I let my black ink hit the paper

Write out a chapter

Build my legacy don't test my faith

You'll feel this rapture

I ain't gotta strike a pose

Every moment you gon capture

Don't compare me to them hoes cause we know

They ain't a factor

Go on ahead get your Binaca

You ain't even talking right

The way you keep popping them pills

You can barely hold a mic

I mean y'all keep shopping for deals

Cause you so caught up in hype

So keep popping all your life

And you gonna pop right out of sight

I spit them bars on bars

String em up like a guitar

Y'all keep following hoes

Thats rapping for Mr Goodbars

Out of touch with reality

They looking like some porn stars

But hey they say the sex sells

I guess they made it this far

But who am I to judge

I ain't mad don't get confused

They got seeds that they plant

And then used to spread the news

I done put in all this time

So believe me I wont lose

They don't even make a shoehorn to help you fit in my shoes

Yeah I said it

Couldn't stand in my spot

Couldn't even leg it

Put my foot up your ass

And then charge you for the prosthetic

When's the last time you ever heard a funky diabetic

I'm sucker free

And ain't buying none of that shit you selling

Where Im going no telling

Running like a wanted felon

I'm gonna body every beat

And then splatter it cross the ceiling

Gotta make them feel this heat

I bet they all run out of filters

Better buy a front row seat

Cause you about to see a thriller

LUV