Y2 - State Of Mind lyrics

(Verse 1 – Nipsey Hussle) Count this dough up Call my name, I’m gon show up Young party, pour up Quarter pint in my soda Now picture me rolling My feet 12, that’s twin turbo F**k with that Gelardo But the rari out the fur though Yeah, boy Fergal We candle your curbo Police can’t control us They just react to these murders Tank our ni**as off And be back in the morning Last time was a walk up Now we popping out the foreign Sticking to the script I got too many stories Talk just like a bi**h Think got too many mories Who’s left to sink the ship Bank the levy like New Orleans I always move in silence Except when I’m recording (Verse 2 – Y2) Mama raise the king Wasn’t fit to be a doctor Product of my environment Sirens and helicopters Murder, kidnap for capital’s Only one half of the problem Prices on top of heads Go through hell just to get that dollar Rich and dangerous in the City of Angels Everything about me, slow in Los Angeles Everyone around me still bang, don’t bang with us Disrespect us and we owe your neck if you don’t hang with us It’s Los Angeles