Bishop Nehru - Fickle Mind$ lyrics

[Produced by: Ghost McGrady] [Sampled Intro: 2Pac] I would tell each and every person out there Doh-Forget about that click n up Sh-thing, you know what I mean? Be to yourself, stay to yourself, trust nobody TRUST NO-BODY After dark, you know what I mean? Straight up, my closest friends did me in My closest friends, my homies, people who I done took care of they whole family I done took care of everything for em, looked out for them, put em in the game Everything! Turned on me! Fear is stronger than love, remember that Fear is stronger than love, all the love I gave, didn't mean nothing when it came to fear So it's all good, but I'm a soldier, I always survive, I constantly come back Ya know what I mean? Only thing that can k** me, is d**h, that's the only thing that will ever stop me, is d**h And even then my music live forever [Verse 1: Bishop Nehru] Check! I'm a genius when it comes to spittin' flows My sixteens hard, don't act as if you didn't know I'm laying low, not in a circle But blowing O's and hoping that Buddha knows That there's plenty of foes with four fours Tryna get a n***a clipped quick! It sick sh** going on, but I try to stay calm, and focus on songs Because ones that's doing wrong, tryna have me tag along And word is bond, I rather bomb word vapor from bongs That's word with no friends No games when I hold pens, and these hoes, they hoping That my heart, will open, and let em into the cash But my mind sets lab Like they did when I was in cla**, just struggling to pa** But at last I past them, with the stash and my live 10 You boyfriend ask him, he know that there's crack in my Tracks when I rap, people clap and react fast Because they know that Nehru and this rap sh** is gonna last It's the fact that I'm everything that you lack, n***a you whack Don't act like I ain't murder these rappers with one track The lights leak, the bright peak, start of the show Now I got you, and your ho front row at my show, whoa! [Bridge] Now I got you, and your ho front row at my show, whoa! You and your ho front row at my show, whoa! (whoa) Now I got you, and your ho front row at my show, whoa! [Verse 2: Bishop Nehru] But sh** slow, cause there's no entry For ones that tryna tempt me With ounces of sticky, and icky b**hes that's tryna get me Hit with a charge, cause the kid live large In the stars is where I rest, and my bars they be the best And I bust it out my chest And clowns, I never stress They seeing, they could progress So they tryna get with the cheques Hah! Fickle Mind$ tryna blind a n***a shine My grind, never combine with people that's on the side Because all of them living lies, and I be living these lines Like lives, below foes, there's always a no-soul Don't go "Oh No", when you notice the kid is global When your ho's backstage giving me a slow blow I know I spit advance right? That's why my advance right I'm k**ing any rapper that stand with a pen and mic [Outro] Stay outta sight, and I'm tryna be polite But I swear when a n***a write from the pen acetyl ignite It's like(x3)