Mind in Awe

Yeah

Aye

I see they hommies drop dead when I hit the stage
They Bopping to my rave that is no mistake
I know they want to be me but they cannot ride this wave
And imma make sure that my hommies they all wins this way
And when I pull up at the club they all say my name
Remember when I wasn't sure It would end this way
And now I pull up in a Bently truck at the gate
I pray to God to make sure it don't fade away

We pull up we pop at your hommies
We Holla your bitch and your broddie
It's 6:25 we ready to ride
We pick up them niggas that slowing
We ran up our bags now we glowing
Then diamonds are vvs we own it
No fight to survive in my way I strived.
My anger for family is showing
Anxiety fucked up a hommie
And ocd stuck with my broddie
I don't want to die
I fear every night
My demons they owning my body
No studios I freestyled from home
My ep I put it on hold
I still got to grind to make mama smile
But sometimes she making me fuck it
So I put my mind In pocket
And I put my pain in my wallet
I write in my notes the words I don't show
I hope that my family worth it
I don't to be broke at 40
I don't want to be pocahontas
But it never snows
The rain opens holes and memories we all want to forget
So I put my pain in my notes
I try to forget that I grow
The more that I struggle
The tougher the hustle
The more that my music revokes
And I'm not your regular vote
And I'm not the guy that you chose
But someday I'll top it
And one day you'll rock it
And we'll be ontop of the road

I see they hommies drop dead when I hit the stage
They Bopping to my rave that is no mistake
I know they want to be me but they cannot ride this wave
And imma make sure that my hommies they all wins this way
And when I pull up at the club they all say my name
Remember when I wasn't sure It would end this way
And now I pull up in a Bently truck at the gate
I pray to God to make sure it don't fade away

It don't fade
We don't fade away
Where my mind at
Hommie popping Xanax
I Don hit the stage
I Don made a name
They hommies mad now
And they plotting plans now
We pull up with bags
Ice on the rollw and Patek
Bugatti go fast
Making money was the plan
Your hommies they mad
Cause they can't afford what we have
My mama she proud
Say hi to my pops when he lands
So I put my pain in my notes
I try to forget that I grow
The more that I struggle
The tougher the hustle
The more that my music revokes
And I'm not your regular vote
And I'm not the guy that you chose
But someday I'll top it
And one day you'll rock it
And we'll be ontop of the road

I see they hommies drop dead when I hit the stage
They Bopping to my rave that is no mistake
I know they want to be me but they cannot ride this wave
And imma make sure that my hommies they all wins this way
And when I pull up at the club they all say my name
Remember when I wasn't sure It would end this way
And now I pull up in a Bently truck at the gate
I pray to God to make sure it don't fade away