Mental
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Mental was released on April 17, 2026 by YFG Fatso / Santa Anna as a part of the album Mental - Single
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFG FATSO
Performer
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Stevenson
Songwriter
Alfredo Cervantes
Songwriter
Francesco Basato
Songwriter
Paolo Voce
Songwriter
Christopher Mosley Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slickda3rd
Producer
Fatboyy
Producer
Baso
Producer
Paolo Voce
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can't see myself bein' no flunky
Yeah, I dropped out school, but I was the smartest, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
I'm godly, I ain't no fuckin' junkie
Got out on that road, munyun for shows, shit had me over hungry
We reapers so we be over-dumpin', we catch him dissin' and bust his muffin
Yeah, when Drac got that first place off catchin' fades, I knew I could get my hunnids
These **** wouldn't know where to start at, half the shit I did, I ain't goin' for nothin'
And I'm a fresh 18, so what that mean? Since eight been how I'm runnin'
At nine, my mans start seein' the come up, ten years old, I'm out here hustlin'
Eleven, I got my shit with Mac, for two years we out here thumpin'
I can't fuck a demon opp, 'cause I ordered some vans, we ridin' when this shit bussin'
At thirteen, I got booked and Mac got booked, that shit two different substances
And I got bad time for eight months straight, Mac got thirty years for nothin'
Was young and dumb, ain't know shit, fourteen, I drawn blood, I loved it
Fifteen, we got guns like loadouts, whole year 'round we grabbin' nuggets
Do or die, that changed the way shit was, now we back trustin' nothin'
Know I'm close, every block it's bumpers posted up, car tryna slide, we fuck 'em
Sneak diss, no way, we send hunnids, first loss, we took that shit, drained us
But it trained us, boys be tough and ain't no sittin' back, we too angry
And we raised 'em, we can son 'em
Sittin' outside for days when we get caught, 'cause we got lows with money, hoes and shit, can't trust no bunnies
Black chop AR fully comin', I got real respect, don't touch me
Rub me wrong, I'm mad and huffin'
Ain't no ties without no bite down, the shit too real, lil' buddy
Watch the lies they dress up all the time, we keep the graves floodin'
My sister died, if you had yours, we gon' go kill a cousin
This shit got my blood rushin'
Fucked up, now my mind runnin, I can't calm myself for nothin'
This shit got me hot, I'm stuntin' it, each chop we gon' drop a hunnid
Make them bitches feel this thunder, Drac right now, real kill with buttons
Anyways, I got many ways to keep myself paid
**** bitches, more soft than the women, talkin' bout how he self made
**** ain't got self control, or self respect, that shit the same
They fucked the same bitches who lame, and spend they pape on shit for brain
It sound like I'm hatin' on they game, I give no fucks, got my own lane
I did this shit for years, plus I got my smarts from all that fuckin' pain
I got my heart from all this war, I got my spark pickin' up games
And once we yell that shit I yell and bust a bug, it ain't no change
You worried 'bout my business, I'm hittin' you on the wrong thing
You worried 'bout how much I be gettin', you on the wrong thing
Give no fuck 'bout how they spend they bread, it's they choice if they swing
I just keep mine right in they mind, make sure we maintain
[Chorus]
**** start rich but die without a thing
If we startin' shit, we close out with a bang
I keep this bitch close like a limb, I know the shit I stain
And I know the shirt I started, bodies fallin', I brought rain
[Chorus]
**** start rich but die without a thing
If we startin' shit, we close out with a bang
I keep this bitch close like a limb, I know the shit I stain
And I know the shirt I started, bodies fallin', I brought rain
[Chorus]
**** start rich but die without a thing
If we startin' shit, we close out with a bang
I keep this bitch close like a limb, I know the shit I stain
And I know the shirt I started, bodies fallin', I brought rain
[Outro]
Can't see myself bein' no flunky
Yeah, I dropped out school, but I was the smartest, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
I'm godly, I ain't no fuckin' junkie
Got out on that road, munyun for shows, shit had me over hungry
We reapers so we be over-dumpin', we catch him dissin' and bust his muffin
Yeah, when Drac got that first place off catchin' fades, I knew I could get my hunnids
These **** wouldn't know where to start at, half the shit I did, I ain't goin' for nothin'
And I'm a fresh 18, so what that mean? Since eight been how I'm runnin'
At nine, my mans start seein' the come up, ten years old, I'm out here hustlin'
Written by: Alfredo Cervantes, Christopher Mosley Jr., Francesco Basato, Paolo Voce, Richard Stevenson

