paroles de chanson Mind Full of Ghost - Dat Boi Vic

The polo Aztec
Play with them numbers like it's Nasdaq
While niggas half step
Flexin that Pistol you ain't never blast yet
He don't want smoke
He duckin like it's Aflac
My rhyming asset
On every verse
I shine in every aspect
Every line is China white
All these niggas just rhyme alike
I was trappin
Where niggas be scared to come
Round that time of night
Flying kites
For niggas locked up
Living that kind of life
Circumstances
A racist system
Ain't no second chances
Straight out the school of hard knock
The block was like the campus
Niggas was serving hard rock
Some niggas bite the canvas
Living wilder
The weakest niggas use
The gun for power
Disrespected by the society
Crying in the shower
The shadow towers
Over a killer that's haunted by it
Like a war vet
That killed children
But had to keep it quiet
Through the years
Survived of beers
So he could clear the tears
PTSD never got treated
Living with the fears
Of the unknown
The gun blown
Like a trombone
Can mask it in the public
But it's waiting when you come home
Alone with your own thoughts
The evidence is false
But appearing real
The bitches you lost
The niggas that crossed
You never healed
From the past trauma
Beef with ya momma
Just trying to rebuild
From the past
But the hour glass
Is moving fast
Already at half
A desperate laugh
Dam
Remember momma got robbed at Taft
And I cried
By her bedside
Cuz I was too little to take that ride
Cuz for momma I'll blast a slug
Just to have her love
Age sixteen
Dying slowly
Asking for a hug
Tell me that I'm great
Help me identify when they fake
When the world is clowning on me like Nate
Tell me I'm straight
Mind full of ghost
Probably why I rhyme like goats
Nine in the coat
One time out tryna find the dope
Searching
Harassing
Jack boys out lurkin with the Mac ten
Packed in
Twelve niggas in one trap house
Trappin
And everybody just a lost soul
Lost their imagination
Remember Chris thought he would be the best
In the nation?
Now he don't even dream
He run with the M-16
Shot up the projects on the south side
And got away clean
Another lost boy
Headed for the prison life
You'll never see your kids grown
You'll never get to get a wife
Another nigga
You just a muthafuckin nigga!
Thirty years old
Up in the basement like you tigger
When you gone grow up?
Nigga your son getting bigger
Baby moms bitter
New bitch that look like SZA
But she petty too
kicked my taillight
When I brought the Chevy through

(Dawg what the fuck)