[verse 1]
It's 3AM, they say that its
The devils hour, well he a
Coward the Lord got me protected
I tried a preacher, ma I think
I need the reverend, cause
The streets is hell, and
If you die out there I
Pray we go to heaven, I
Was a young man selling
Weed out a barber shop
After minor charges were dropped
Shh I was bownd to stop
Never sold crack, except
The words that came out
My mouth, stayed on the block
I didn't run in the house
A closed mouth don't get fed
And loose lips, make you a
Dead man, and a open mouth is only good for head
Nappy boy just tryna grow some dreads
Deployed to Chi-raq, to be exact we call it southghanistan
We never dropped bombs, but shot young men
I thank God i was a missed Target
[can you repeat that]
Yeah i said, we never dropped bombs but shot young men
I thank God I was a missed target, just tryna be the best artist
Saying
[hook]
Nah nah..x12
It's just a bunch of scattered thoughts...x3
I lost my mind, I lost my mind..
[verse 2 August moor]
My bars are heavy, I spit a f**ing
Life sentence, open up my soul
And make the whole world
An eye witness, God giving
Flow like a n***a f**ing write scriptures
My styles a work of art, I'm working hard to find the right mixtures
And paint the right pictures, i'm taking all requests
Flow heavy do it right, and drown these rappers all to d**h
Until i'm all thats left, that's all I think about
A new wave coming, you'd think they'll get the anchors out
Flowing how I want to, I could flood a ship, and sink your house
Before you stepping in my way, turn around and think it out
On the road to ritches, they say stop the rap
And change the route, but no worries
We straight, im working all the angles out
[bridge]
Ohh whoah
Ohh yeah
[hook]
[outro]
It's just a bunch of scattered thoughts
Oohh nah, nah...repeats