Q-Popi - P-Pullz vs. the State of Mind lyrics

P-Pullz (ft. Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) ft. Bertisha Castro - “P-Pullz vs. the State of Mind” [Produced by Stelf Index] [Verse 1: Stelf Index] Fancy cars (What?), three-story house (What?) Platinum chains (Yeah), shining things (Uh) B.C. or A.D.? You tell me Turn the page. We living in the Ice Age Hostile, high-style lifestyle turned docile Chromed out, blown out, Neanderthal bone out Savages' average age range dropped Don't need a PS2. Pistol co*ked instead Heat to protect ice, frozen Platinum/Plat-I-numb to everything else In the world, no need for anything else In the world, you see yourself on top, but look close You ain't seen sh** past your block And you wearing your bail if you happened to get knocked In the Ice Age, stay on point like dart Ice your neck and your wrist but don't ice your heart [Hook: Bertisha Castro and (Jorrell Redsun)] (x2) (People!). You know this sh** here ain't right (Time to bring it to your state of mind) [Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun] What's up with respect for the elders in America? Listen up close. I'm telling you all Vintage, not ancient. Now you ain't got no patience When I want to cross the street, I ought to slap your a** Use a cane right across the brain Light a flame to your Range, but I call it a truck See me as obscurity. Late with my check From Security Social. I invented going postal You put your parents in an old folks home Tucked away, left alone, you feel embarra**ed ‘Cause I forgot your name once or twice. Alzheim Ain't a crime. I thought you were taught wrong from right When you were little, I stayed up with your a** all night ‘Cause your pacifier ain't taste right. Huh This is thanks I get? I learned you how to ball Picked you up if you fall. Trouble, brawl in your place When it got deep, your hugs were weak Said you'd call twice a week, but we barely speak One day, you'll be face-to-face with this issue And I pray my grandkids don't do the same to you Damn it! [Hook: Bertisha Castro and (Jorrell Redsun)] (x2) (People!). You know this sh** here ain't right (Time to bring it to your state of mind) [Verse 3: Q-Popi] She loves me? She loves me not? I love her? Maybe we'll tie the knot? Good for months, no fussing and she never fronts Conversation and cooks, man, whatever I want I got it all but I still need more. All those nights I said I went to the store, I left twelve, came back at four Took you for granted. My emotions stone granite You stayed at my side like I created the planet Treating her like sh**, the good relationship Stopped the love, ship sank. Now it's just relations I blame her for cheating even though I'm not sure She got a trick up her sleeve. Why she staying with me for? My "Mind's Playing" Geto Boys single Forever single, mind state protecting my stake But what do I really got? Not much But a shoulder chip about the size of a boulder [Hook: Bertisha Castro and (Jorrell Redsun)] (x4) (People!). You know this sh** here ain't right (Time to bring it to your state of mind)