Modern State of Mind

Rappers I grab and slam em on the fucking pavement and just kick 'em

Musicians Runs through my blood and system

No strays always keep my eye on the head of my pray

Don't fuck with good money team cause with my bars I'm extreme now

I've been reppin stuck in this beast mode

Always following street codes

Fuck with my fam I'm sure to leak foes

Bred where the lost souls would feed habits fork in roads

It's either powdered nose or missing rent from mothers clothes

I kept my anger low mild mannered where them things blow

Fought a few friends and break ends that's how the struggle go

I used to watch some throw dice to wall and gamble dough