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Mental Warzone
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mental Warzone was released on October 22, 2021 by Kappa records as a part of the album Mental Warzone - Single
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Release DateOctober 22, 2021
LabelKappa records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malachi Perez
Malachi Perez
Songwriter

Lyrics

Called my girl n said I'm dippin police lookin for me
I gotta make a way i got fam depending on me
The system grimey close yo eyes you ina cell by next week
I call da plug up for da meds cuz nobody love me
Don't know da feelin of betrayal, you was neva loyal
I drown my sorrows in da Henny or da crown royal
I hide my pain to show i'm strong can't let y'all see my weak
I put narcotics in my body jus for me to sleep
I home from a place where they gon hate to see you up on top
You getting money they gon start to think that you a opp
**** actin funny why da hell you talking to da kops?
They always plottin onna **** cuz he from da block
Why you movin different when you swore you was my fuckin rock
I'm grinding hard baby tryna put the game on lock
They wanna see me up on fox, cuz a **** beat the pot
**** i got red dots, bow bow headshot
If i up n buss it den da laws right back in my life
I had to fight to get em off man dat shiy ain right
I see my **** makin bread man das that shit I like
You come between da money den i swear it's on sight
Ion wanna be no famous rapper get da bread thas all i see
Im forever ridin for my **** til da whip on e
**** ima keep it g , i know they don't don't fw me
Kuz I'm getting paper yeah dis money really stuck to me
Momma told me pop my shi so you know I'm gon put on
I know they ain hearin me kuz I make real **** songs
Bitch i ran my money long, dis a million dollar phone
I'm just tryna make it through these mf headphones
Bitch i feel like lil baby member back when i was dusty
Now a **** gettin money, all a sudden bitches want me
My youngest **** on probation tryna beat the system
He gang banging bout to a slide the opposition
I told him if he do mask up or you gon go to prison
Yeah i hope my **** listen for that shoppa get to spittin
I put onna game when they was broke ain wanna fix it
The route i took it wasn't easy man i had to risk it
This shoppa spit out flame smoke a **** like a brisket
If this shit a competition i guarantee i'll be da richest
Them life lessons as a kid ian feel til i got older
The streets don't love you back I swear they quick to fuck you over
Lost so many soldiers, da devil on my shoulders
To get up out my feelings i sip deuce like it's soda
It's a warzone when you really out here in the field
Only **** stayed real was these damn pain pills
Yeah i gotta watch my back so i'm clutching on dis steel
I don't play wit foolery that typa shit can get you killed
Yeah i wanted that new foreign car
Now i can't find peace in my heart
I'm at war wit myself and I feel defeated
So many loses that I've took so many times I've been mistreated
I don't need yo love you kan keep it
I'm so done wit yo secrets
Written by: Malachi Perez
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