Lyrics

Yeah
Young
Whoa
Young criminal mind spitting divine science
Splitting your mind with surgical rhymes, I'm Him
Visions of a blind soul, diving in a dark hole
Hoping he can find home when he plunges to the floor
Enlighten your chrome like a bulb hovering above head
When you finally get the point that I annoint
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I'm the worst nightmare to a therapist
First pipelayer to a feminist
Hop up in this bitch and flip the switch
I'm feeling rich, what your level is?
She got on red bottoms with the fit looking devilish
She might hit my line to get some dick, that's her medicine
Sipping on syrup, that ain't Benylin
Southside player dripping melanin
Woke up as the one, I'm back on 10 again
How deep this shit could get, ain't no telling it
Fuck me over once, I don't forget
We should level it
Ain't fucking with these **** like a feminist
Turn them to a trend when they ain't relevant
I speak alot of sense you **** never get
Take your mental deep into a precipice
Don't fuck with police, I am a terrorist
Booming on this bitch, I leave no evidence
Written by: Mamphokhu Karabo Lelope, Solomzi Sootho
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