Letra Mind Fredo

Mind

Tell me, can you read my mind? (My mind)
I'm in the trenches with my killers, tryna lead the blind (Blind)
Lookin' foward, I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brudda on my mother
I won't even lie, they tryna read my mind
How you bruddas gonna read my thoughts? (How?)
It's been dark up on the streets, we had to keep a torch (Keep)
My nigga died, have my mind up in the deepest thoughts
My akh will drop a body way before he's eating pork (Blow)

Yeah, I'm a young savage, and I fuck with young Clavish
The gang gang does damage, then I make them guns vanish (Guns)
This is pattern gang, them man are un-patterned
How you niggas drill?rs when you only done like on? stabbin'? (Haha)
Free big Ark, they done him up well (Free)
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 (Which one?)
If he's rattin', then it's no cap and we're cuttin' his tail
Them man are gangster on the road, they won't come out the cell
He went into jail a man, but he come out a girl (Girl)
Bitch made, I've seen Sav'O gettin' active with a switchblade
My niggas drip in jail, while your niggas wait on kit change
I flip 'caine, the .32 auto, that's a mid-range
But I got somethin', that hit your cousin from a big way
I'm doing 236's in like six days, and I ain't even goin' hardest in the trap, I switch lanes (Blow)

Tell me, can you read my mind? (My mind)
I'm in the trenches with my killers, tryna lead the blind (Blind)
Lookin' foward, I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brudda on my mother
I won't even lie, they tryna read my mind
How you bruddas gonna read my thoughts? (How?)
It's been dark up on the streets, we had to keep a torch (Keep)
My nigga died, have my mind up in the deepest thoughts
My akh 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 nigga's 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 nuttin', grow some testicles
Crazy life, only had my bussy for like two days
My nigga's ex-girl 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 darg got killed, his dad was talkin' 'bout snitching
I don't want his killer lifed 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 seein' mine
Tell a popped-down older save your breath, I don't need advice

Tell me, can you read my mind? (My mind)
I'm in the trenches with my killers, tryna lead the blind (Blind)
Lookin' foward, I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brudda on my mother
I won't even lie, they tryna read my mind
How you bruddas gonna read my thoughts? (How?)
It's been dark up on the streets, we had to keep a torch (Keep)
My nigga died, have my mind up in the deepest thoughts
My akh will drop a body way before he's eating pork