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I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind Tell Shade room, another rapper on my dinner plate Been a great, Got the stomach flu Like are you kidding me? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner with what's here name? Tiffany? Bro how many times I gotta tell you. Are you listening? I can smell your breath, through your mask Social distancing, really an assassin with these beats I find it interesting how everybody witnessing murder It's pretty sickening, got bars in my roots, in my scalp That's deep conditioning Real nasty like cold food Been the greatest that's old news So I follow my own rules This no facade, I told you I be spitting that cold truth Everybody don't like that Life hit you with the right jab Stand up, You better fight back Tell 'em beat it, nah I'm getting even Swear I got the moves like I'm Mike Jack Throw em haymakers right back Mad at me, cause your life trash Nah these others rappers just garbage Guess they afraid of truth You'll never catch me playing they songs I'd rather play Kahoot I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I had to check myself, hiding my luminosity. So humble, looking over achievements, I do it constantly. My actions, they gon' speak for they self. Maybe subconsciously, I'm worried what's gon' be the next step cause I mean honestly I don't know where I'm headed, but I know I won't regret it. So buried in my work, I fail to give myself some credit. Insecurities triggered by my confidence, my presence, hard to understand. Maybe deep inside they really jealous. Been believing I'm a get it, D-Don't you forget it. Y'all ain't getting that far. Every season, going to be putting trophies in the crib, I'm a need a backyard Listen, I don't even gotta act different for the cameras, I don't gotta act hard Mentally I'm on a different level, I be working. Show em what the facts are. They don't wanna see me win, I ain't no beginner, homie I'm the master Shit I might've lost my black card, They ain't ready, yeah that part Yeah I guess I'm outta my mind Y'all can't control me I been waiting for my moment before Marvel introduced Tony I swear to god if one more person keep capping Yo we not homies A psychic. I see my future, got Emmy's, Oscars, and Tony's I'm planning maybe a Grammy. Either way I know my time is coming Know I'm prepared to win. Oh I'm chatting, too arrogant I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind I Guess I'm Outta My Mind (Uh Uh)
Writer(s): Meliki Hurd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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