Devin More - General St lyrics

[Produced by Mr Green] [Verse 1] Elevate inside my mind and get closer to suicide With the thoughts a psychology major can't seem to an*lyze You've been verbally paralyzed and manipulated with lies You probably hope I fall like the demons fell from the sky My brother just had a kid and this sh** is starting to get iffy If he ever got a problem, I'm shooting until they get me We can start to get busy, please n***a don't tempt me I body half of these rappers and cruise away in a Bentley That's stolen, leaking heavy, gasoline tank is empty There's 50 thou in the trunk while I'm chugging a gla** of Henny Bet they'll never forget me, been with it, you know I'm ready All you rappers two faced and remind me of f**ing pennies Already, been set to elevate Watch the money escalate Came up from the dirt and now its time to watch me detonate Separate from all you others n***as, let me meditate b**h I'm bout to blow up, take notes and let me demonstrate My brother overdosed so I'm praying he drop the needle I look at my baby niece and I cry cause I know she need him It's getting harder to feed her, money's the situation I pray for n***as thats hating, feeding you education The topic of conversation, started up in the basement You n***as is singing songs, well I'm helping the generation The pictures I paint is vivid, speak it because I live it You just a f**ing door nob, always getting it twisted Yeah, I'm dropping lines like I'm fishing Feeling like Chauncey Billups back when he played for the Pistons Winning, but always sinning Apologies to the Christians My mind will make a suicide bomber want to keep living [Verse 2] Elevate inside my mind and see devils, and drug selling The angels above me resting, my brothers being arrested Laying up in the hospital, almost dying in seconds Tears of my grandmother evaporating to heaven Just trying to make a living for me and all my family So I can stop my brothers addiction and help him mentally Heavily drug abusing, women s** with the music I show you cowards the truth but you lost as a f**ing student This is deeper than rap, deeper than you can fathom I visualize paparazzi's, ferraris and living lavish Showing my mom a crib and then telling her she can have it Imagine, but sh** I need go and make this cabbage On the run for the revenue Money and the medical Been the same n***a since I started pushing decimals I ain't close to finishing, this sh** the beginning I'm pushing these limits, all black Mercedes Benz's Got the streets on lock, keep the 9 in my pocket I ain't never gonna quit, why the f** would I stop it Yeah, but I'm just trying to tell you how I feel Young broke motherf**er, with my mind on a mill