Fredo ft. Clavish - Mind Lyrics

Tell me, can you read my mind? (My mind)
I'm in the trenches with my killers, tryna lead the blind (blind)
Lookin' forward, I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brudda, on my mother
I won't even lie, they tryna read my mind
How you bruddas gonna read my thoughts? (How?)
It's been dark up on the streets, we had to keep a torch (keep)
My nigga died, have my mind up in the deepest thoughts
My akh will drop a body way before he's eatin' pork

Yeah, I'm a young savage, and I fuck with young Clavish
The gang gang does damage, then I make them guns vanish (guns)
This is Pattern Gang, them man are un-patterned
How you niggas drillers when you only done like one stabbin' (hahaha)
Free big ahk, they done him up well (free 'em)
Fuck that place it's hell, my guys have done enough cells
I'm at that stage in my life, where I can fuck your mum or your girl (which one?)
If he's rattin', then it's no cappin', we're cuttin' his tail
Them man are gangsters on the road, then don't come out the cell
He went into jail a man, but he come out a girl
Bitch made, I've seen Sav'O gettin' active with a switchblade
My niggas drip in jail, while your niggas wait on kit change
I flip cane, the .32 auto, that's a mid-range
But I got somethin', that will hit your cousin from a big way
I'm doin' 236's in like six days
And I ain't even goin' hardest in the trap, I switch lanes

Tell me, can you read my mind? (My mind)
I'm in the trenches with my killers, tryna lead the blind (blind)
Lookin' forward, I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brudda, on my mother
I won't even lie, they tryna read my mind
How you bruddas gonna read my thoughts? (How?)
It's been dark up on the streets, we had to keep a torch (keep)
My nigga died, have my mind up in the deepest thoughts
My akh will drop a body way before he's eatin' pork

I seen it all, I spin the block regular
My opps they can't sleep at all
Headed to the top but now some niggas wanna see me fall
They say I'm just a rapper but I score points
Check the board, check his t-shirt, check my CV, check the floor
I don't make songs for the festivals, I been on glides
You ain't been on nothin', grow some testicles
Crazy life, only had my bussy for like two days
My nigga's ex-girl's tryna fuck me, let's be sensible
Tell me would you ride me for me? Honestly, possibly?
Any yute I stabbed up, could not get an apology
My darg got killed, his dad was talkin' 'bout snitchin'
I don't wanna see his killer lifed off, I rather see him on a T
She's too busy tryna read my mind
Time is money so my nigga popped a Dweller like I needed time
I secure the bag, I'm seein' mine
Tell her pop down, odor, save your breath, I don't need advice

Tell me, can you read my mind? (My mind)
I'm in the trenches with my killers, tryna lead the blind (blind)
Lookin' forward, I ain't even tryna see behind
Miss my brudda, on my mother
I won't even lie, they tryna read my mind
How you bruddas gonna read my thoughts? (How?)
It's been dark up on the streets, we had to keep a torch (keep)
My nigga died, have my mind up in the deepest thoughts
My akh will drop a body way before he's eatin' pork