Nick Wiz - Freestyle State Of Mind lyrics

[Intro: Ace Lono] They ask me what I am to these beats [Verse 1 Ace Lono] I'm a k**er, Si, yes adjacent to Jason A common side, couple homicides, when I write i recline like I'm high See my state of mind is NY, sky scrapper high, enter the enterprise Of my mind, sci-fi, authors couldn't contemplate complications Or fathom, my thoughts seem random to some, an aquarium, but um Not so transparent, it's apparent that my bredren bred for failure Save the talk about a saviour, with that line i probably waiver My faith cus, incase you didn't know, cash rules everything around me Every single day these white faces surround me, I'm way too dark To take things lightly, I'm likely to get 5-9 for accusations of a crime Just cus i ain't got a nine to five, and dat four five, got nine lives That i ain't take, but if i got a couple commas in the bank, i'll be safe Like the s** that they tell you to practice, but i be ballin like magic But my johnson stay strapped like Houdini Yahnaskanameanie, 05 Weezy, the way i make it look, easy, off the head Off the heazy, can't help but feel like the game need me, like the needy need The greedy, which be acting stevie to the feed me signs n cries And the lies they be telling, hella wellen, on the watermelon, cotton pickers Scratch backs, ching chongs, crackers, and any other race, cus poor is poor No matter the color, and it's the reason why they locked me and my mother Cryed for days, I always dreamed I'd escape, I need a break, A getaway.. [Comment 1 Al Snipa] Iight Ace, I really feel whatchu doing with this son, real creative, I like it But what I'mma need you to do, you gone have to kick it up son I'm not sure if the critics convinced bruh, you gotta convince these mother f**ers [Comment 2 Ace Lono] Iight, iight word word, I'mma hit em with this man [Verse 2 Ace Lono] I swear its kinda sickenen bro, racist a** ba*tard called me alien like piccolo Crackers picked us cotton pickers, grandaddy f**ing lynched us, now some n***as pocket pickers After martin marched for months to fight so we can eat some lunch, in the same spots at opposites Conglomerates, excuse me if I f**in spit this venom sh**, your spidey senses ting-ah-lin Should be cus your girl is on my ding-a-ling, said she love it when I sing, then get deep in her vocals Yea she yoddles like the locals out in who knows, cus i don't, but i flow, and I spit dat yayo...