East Side Mentality

[Intro]
Have zero tolerance for anything you're mandating
We may speak the same language but it gets lost in translation
And I may take a break but it is not a vacation
I'm running ahead of my dreams, fuck dream chasing

[Hook]
This is my east side fucking mentality
And my mind is murderous, but i'm not quick to catch a fatality
Aim quick to my target though, not exposing my arsenal
Spread my words fast, got the carcinogenic flow
Just a young prodigy and I'm protecting my pesos
And playing any people who wanna parade on my payroll
If they fucking up my future I'll finesse with the draco
And flog any fella who wants to fake in my face bro

[Verse 1]
Got enough spirit, to bomb all you niggas
If you waiting for the storm, I'll be calm for all you niggas
Mind about to explode, be mindful and keep your distance
I'm about to spaz, no escape for any witness
Trying to get green and be incredible
Stay focused increasing my decimals
Don't forget that I'm the king
Where the hell is my fucking pedestal?
Don't gauge my potential, my skill is immeasurable
It's evident that you're not relevant for the hell of it go to your residential, hold up
Let me slow it up, your mental capacity's already slow enough
If I want a career I'm going to have to come from the mud
But it disgusts me what you niggas do to get some bucks, your soul is corrupt
Slurred speech and mumble rapping really isn't that attractive
I'll stay in my lane, but don't come over here with that wackness
Matter of fact, I didn't practice, of talent ya'll really lacking
The work I put in is so taxing but you (blank) get all the action
And I really hate to say this
But I haven't rapped in a while so this more for pacing than recreation
And this is the revelation, these bars are obese, check out how many pounds the verse creating done fucking weighed in

[Verse 2]
There's mass hysteria over the end of an era
Lyricism is a lost art but they'll still try to compare ya
To the new shit, to the old, like hip-hop did not change
You either evolve or die, that's just the name of the game
And I need to maintain and grasp whatever's in my reach
This is not a gospel but I still practice what I preach
And you XXL freshman need to learn from what I teach
It's blood spill when I kill any nigga trying to leech
I'm going toe to toe
Throwing blows with life trying to K.O
With every punch I throw I'm laying down the fucking flow
Bro, I've considered putting the mic down but I never do
That would prove they were right when they said this life is not for you
So, I don't want this chance to be passing
I want to be the greatest and follow my passion
Until my soul has left my body and God has it
Until I fuck up the industry and a Grammy is what I'm grabbing
See, imma never quit, but In actuality this a part of me and this is my reality
I can't quit until people acknowledge the talent bursting out of me
I'd rather die than quit, that's just my east side mentality

[Hook]
This is my east side fucking mentality
And my mind is murderous, but i'm not quick to catch a fatality
Aim quick to my target though, not exposing my arsenal
Spread my words fast, got the carcinogenic flow
Just a young prodigy and I'm protecting my pesos
And playing any people who wanna parade on my payroll
If they fucking up my future I'll finesse with the draco
And flog any fella who wants to fake in my face bro