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letra de the mentality - upnext drg

[intro]
yeah
y’know, there’s a lot of stuff on my mind right now
too much stuff i gotta get off my chest, so to speak
so, if i could, i just need to vent

[verse]
yo
wake up in the morning, think about my past decisions
the ones that k!ll you later are the ones i have to live with
reflect for minutes, thinkin’, “d-mn, i wish i acted different”
focusin’ on the future’s my only chance to fix it
i tell myself to stop the cryin’ and the mopin’
“you can’t go back, so even tryin’ it is hopeless”
i rack my brain to mask my pain, my pride won’t let me show it
got regrets, the best way to fight it is to own it
they say the final stage of grief is acceptance
i use that statement, hopin’ it could teach me a lesson
but knowing me, it’ll probably leave me with questions
and all the while, i act like i ain’t even affected
but let me be honest, that ain’t the healthiest option
pretendin’ i ain’t stressin’ makes for plenty of problems
the same time, i’m worried ’bout my friends and their comments
they got an image, i gotta hold my end of the bargain
i rap for my town, but things are dragging me down
one wrong move, and all them people mad at me now
treatin’ me the same way that they laugh at a clown
they all want the fake chains and the happier sound
yeah, i’m starting to wonder if i can deal with the pressure
when you hot, that’s when they come with the deals and the cheddar
after uzi’s situation, i believe it’s a set-up
but i want the money for the fam’, i’m needin’ to help ’em
i’m done bein’ sure ’bout who to trust anymore
too many liars that i considered brothers, of course
girls in dms for fame, but they ain’t love me before
they had the key to my mind, and now i’m shuttin’ the door
but i always have that fear that they’ll unlock it again
and i’m just forced to sit there as the problems come in
people chasin’ a check, they wanna cop it and spend
but i’ll only bless my brothers, pops, mom, and my friends
i’m always tryna’ keep my circle small and exclusive
the ball’s in my court, don’t wanna drop it and lose it
guys like me don’t make it ’cause it ain’t popular music
i gotta throw some ad-libs, drugs, i pop and abuse ’em?
talk about guns, and how i’m smashin’ the women
glorify a couple crimes, and then land in a prison
do all of this stupid stuff, then brag that i’m livin’
my mind is boxed in like a rectangular prism
people like me don’t get a chance for expression
instead, they try to label me as black and just reckless
there’s a stigma that we sellin’ drugs and brandishin’ weapons
judges see us and they quick to get they hammer and sentence
i take my feelings and i lay ’em all on a canvas
’cause keepin’ it bottled in’s gon’ be causin’ some damage
while time’s constantly p-ssin’, i just watch and imagine
and this is all the reasons i go hard when i’m rappin’

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