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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 drillеrs when you only done like onе 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) Letras de cancionesTell 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 From Letras Mania