Armanni Reign - My Mind lyrics

My first reaction.. That work purple is Grimace To duel (dual) arch nemesis bad as the picked image I'd have to light a match and burn through the thick gimmicks Facts, even to the pour (poor) fuel's cheap but its big business Yeah Im wrong too But let me explain what I'm on to Can't talk about the game like the rest of the sh**s scrimmage I never pushed the Cain like Im Able to claim siblings I just learned a lot a truth from the roots of the same villains The type that'll go in ya mouth and expose feelings (fillings) See the lead go and cross bloomers out like the rows (rose) finished And while I spit that fever those heaters are cold k**ers Im not actin like Im sick, this order (disorder) is factitious In fact this is Lines I cross, right thrown knuckles Picture that (pitcher that) My basis (bases) run off of hits till thrones buckle Up to bat Its me, swingin like Mike with Don King in the back Thought I wack then suddenly sh** switches Its tradition The rules Ive known and grow with em Bend but never break em when facin the opposition Its tradition Spit scars from heart and souls light up Why real artist scoff at the thought of a ghost writer I just tell em Don't worry Im still spittin that grim thesis Reminding yall of the beef that have with these Slim Jesus' I ain't mad at the artists, they marketings up to par its just Amazing how yall noticed the fungus amongst the forest of Tall trees you've you chopped to see the rings of a champion Tryna rep a style when ya hollow is just mannequin So, anything Ive done that you question Im done answering You can't pick up what Im droppin like Thor's hammer than Dammit I can't help you They know that Ive tried mind you Ive talked politics but turnt up when I felt its time to Rubik's Cube tactics, True false and random But you can't see the God's over heads like faith's abandoned then Sheesh That metaphor was a puzzle piece Yall got ya animals mixed up looking like Wuzzles Peep the dogs that I run wit, none of en pack a muzzle, leash Shock collar if I hollar, drama retreats Its tradition The rules Ive known and grow with em Bend but never break em when facin the opposition Its tradition Spit scars from heart and souls light up Why real artist scoff at the thought of a ghost writer Im just tryna make that paper by making that paper pen's hit Display tremendous growth showing that even trenches Can birth something with worth this wordsmith clenches Something inside that helped him survive by never flinching Overall Poem Control, Japan inked in My business LinkedIn deep thoughts without a Lincoln The precipice of greatness, the brink of extinction Are the the same dame thing, Im the king of this distinction Im just tired of seeing bills A pic is a thousand words but I am not standing still Show time over Netflix, damn a movie and chill But Im known as Leone like Em was Amityville They braggin some I am legend and nothing's damaging will We just point em at the hood where nothing cannot be k**ed So you move out, get that house on haunted hill Let the trust fall and see what catches cuz that's for real