Fickle Mind$

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I would tell each and every person out there
 Doh-Forget about that click n up Sh-thing, you know what I mean?
 Be to yourself, stay to yourself, trust nobody
 TRUST NO-BODY
 After dark, you know what I mean?
 Straight up, my closest friends did me in
 My closest friends, my homies, people who I took care of they whole family
 I took care of everything for em, look out for them, put em in the game
 Everything! Turned on me!
 Fear is stronger than love, remember that
 Fear is stronger than love, all the love I gave, didn't mean nothing when it came to fear
 So it's all good, but I'm a show you how I always survive, I constantly come back
 Ya know what I mean? Only thing that can kill me, is death, that's the only thing that will ever stop me, is death
 And even then my music live forever
 Check!
 I'm a genius when it comes to spittin' flows
 My sixteens hard, don't act as if you didn't know
 I'm laying low, not in a circle
 But blowing O's and hoping that Buddha knows
 That there's plenty of foes with four fours
 Tryna get a nigga clipped quick!
 It sick shit going on, but I try to stay calm, and focus on songs
 Because ones that's doing wrong, tryna had me tag along
 And word is bond, I rather bomb word vapour from bongs
 That's word with no friends
 No games when I hold pens, and these hoes, they hoping
 That my heart, will open, and let em into the cash
 But my mind sets lab
 Like they did when I was in class, just struggling to pass
 But at last I past them, with the stash and my live 10
 You boyfriend ask him, he know that there's crack in my
 Tracks when I rap, people clap and react fast
 Because they know that Nehru and this rap shit is gonna last
 It's the fact that I'm everything that you like, nigga you wack
 Don't act like I ain't murder these rappers with one track
 The lights leak, the bright peak, start of the show
 Now I got you, and your whole front row at my show, woah!
 Now I got you, and your whole front row at my show, woah!
 You and your whole front row at my show, woah! (woah)
 Now I got you, and your whole front row at my show, woah!
 But shit slow, cause there's no entry
 For ones that tryna tempt me
 Wet ounces of sticky, and icky bitches that's tryna get me
 Hit with a charge, cause the kid live large
 In the stars is where I rest, and my bars they be the best
 And I bust it out my chest
 And clowns, I never stress
 They seeing, they could progess
 So they tryna get with the cheques
 Hah! Fickle Mind$ tryna blind a nigga shine
 My grind, never combine with people that's on the side
 Because all of them living lies, and I be living these lines
 Like lives, below foes, there's always a no-soul
 Don't go "Oh No", when you notice the kid is global
 When your ho's backstage giving me a slow blow
 I know I spit advance right? That's why my advance right
 I'm killing any rapper that stand with a pen and mic
 Huh, stay outta sight, and I'm a tryna be polite
 But I swear when a nigga write from the penicillin, ignite
 It's like, (it's like)
 Stay outta sight, and I'm a tryna be polite
 But I swear when a nigga write from the penicillin, ignite
 It's like, (it's like)

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Duration
03:40
Key
9
Tempo
87 BPM

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