Yeah, Kaje
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
Howl House
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Keep watching and praying that you may not come into temptation
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak...
Yeah
I been on a different type of time
Spittin' all these different types of lines
Types of rhymes
I'm the only nigga writing mines
Could never use no ghost writer that paranormal shit is not divine
Not the kind to take the easy way out for the payout that's not the grind
Nigga who gon' stay out with the kid
Even when it's grey out in the midst
In the middle of the mist we still in the trenches tryna flood the wrist
Jeweller ask me what the budget is
Zero dollars cause we suffering
I don't deal with the pain I just tuck it in and then I lay with it until it come again
Can these sixteen bars put a nigga on the charts
I'll put up 50 large before my nigga does the charge
And if he gets the bars at least I tried to do my part
They would love to see us starve but I'm just tryna be a star
I promise I'm ready for war
Battle strategy they not ready for our force
They try to rattle me but I'm steady till I get more
Ran up in your dreams like I'm Freddy ready for gore
We will meet again of course, nigga
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Breathe...
Breathe...
Stop breathing...
My mentality
Flexing my nationality
Wrecking my actuality
Blessings they been surrounding me
Stressing kuz they been downing me
Testing my musicality
Can I make momma proud of me
Gotta get her off salary
Eating my friggin celery
Treating me like I'm Valerie
Charged up like a battery
Flowered up like a canope
Can I a be camera free
The anatomy of the rant I speak gaining a hand on me
Gaining a hold on the whole song
She speeding up I tell her hold on
That challenge shit is so gone
I got balance bitch all 4s on
You irrelevant, non-benevolent, never tell em shits
Got it so wrong
I ain't celibate, never been, heaven-sent
Oh God
I'm sending him postcards to no avail
Maybe he just don't open mail
Or maybe he just gon oversell us on a dream
That don't crack to be what it seems in the Bible at least to me
It gives me something to believe
I wrote this so I can release
Kaje - My Mentality Lyrics
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Yeah, Kaje
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
Howl House
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Keep watching and praying that you may not come into temptation
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak...
Yeah
I been on a different type of time
Spittin' all these different types of lines
Types of rhymes
I'm the only nigga writing mines
Could never use no ghost writer that paranormal shit is not divine
Not the kind to take the easy way out for the payout that's not the grind
Nigga who gon' stay out with the kid
Even when it's grey out in the midst
In the middle of the mist we still in the trenches tryna flood the wrist
Jeweller ask me what the budget is
Zero dollars cause we suffering
I don't deal with the pain I just tuck it in and then I lay with it until it come again
Can these sixteen bars put a nigga on the charts
I'll put up 50 large before my nigga does the charge
And if he gets the bars at least I tried to do my part
They would love to see us starve but I'm just tryna be a star
I promise I'm ready for war
Battle strategy they not ready for our force
They try to rattle me but I'm steady till I get more
Ran up in your dreams like I'm Freddy ready for gore
We will meet again of course, nigga
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Breathe...
Breathe...
Stop breathing...
My mentality
Flexing my nationality
Wrecking my actuality
Blessings they been surrounding me
Stressing kuz they been downing me
Testing my musicality
Can I make momma proud of me
Gotta get her off salary
Eating my friggin celery
Treating me like I'm Valerie
Charged up like a battery
Flowered up like a canope
Can I a be camera free
The anatomy of the rant I speak gaining a hand on me
Gaining a hold on the whole song
She speeding up I tell her hold on
That challenge shit is so gone
I got balance bitch all 4s on
You irrelevant, non-benevolent, never tell em shits
Got it so wrong
I ain't celibate, never been, heaven-sent
Oh God
I'm sending him postcards to no avail
Maybe he just don't open mail
Or maybe he just gon oversell us on a dream
That don't crack to be what it seems in the Bible at least to me
It gives me something to believe
I wrote this so I can release
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
Howl House
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Keep watching and praying that you may not come into temptation
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak...
Yeah
I been on a different type of time
Spittin' all these different types of lines
Types of rhymes
I'm the only nigga writing mines
Could never use no ghost writer that paranormal shit is not divine
Not the kind to take the easy way out for the payout that's not the grind
Nigga who gon' stay out with the kid
Even when it's grey out in the midst
In the middle of the mist we still in the trenches tryna flood the wrist
Jeweller ask me what the budget is
Zero dollars cause we suffering
I don't deal with the pain I just tuck it in and then I lay with it until it come again
Can these sixteen bars put a nigga on the charts
I'll put up 50 large before my nigga does the charge
And if he gets the bars at least I tried to do my part
They would love to see us starve but I'm just tryna be a star
I promise I'm ready for war
Battle strategy they not ready for our force
They try to rattle me but I'm steady till I get more
Ran up in your dreams like I'm Freddy ready for gore
We will meet again of course, nigga
Yeah
Searching for my way out
I'm working on the pay out
They wonder where I stay now
Yeah, they wonder where I be at
Rumours say I'm in BX
Truth be told I don't leave them
Nah
I be in my same zone
All I do is stay home
Tryna make my pay long
They carving my grave stone
Man they got it laid wrong
Working on the same songs
Breathe...
Breathe...
Stop breathing...
My mentality
Flexing my nationality
Wrecking my actuality
Blessings they been surrounding me
Stressing kuz they been downing me
Testing my musicality
Can I make momma proud of me
Gotta get her off salary
Eating my friggin celery
Treating me like I'm Valerie
Charged up like a battery
Flowered up like a canope
Can I a be camera free
The anatomy of the rant I speak gaining a hand on me
Gaining a hold on the whole song
She speeding up I tell her hold on
That challenge shit is so gone
I got balance bitch all 4s on
You irrelevant, non-benevolent, never tell em shits
Got it so wrong
I ain't celibate, never been, heaven-sent
Oh God
I'm sending him postcards to no avail
Maybe he just don't open mail
Or maybe he just gon oversell us on a dream
That don't crack to be what it seems in the Bible at least to me
It gives me something to believe
I wrote this so I can release
Writer: Kamal Baines JR.
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