Some years ago I lived a hard life But sunlight burst a ray through those clouds Finally seen the back of those grey days Please let the summer back to stay Father left before the digital age Mother raised a Kxng, in a pitiful state If you don't catch a nigga steady choking on the haze You can find me punching walls coping with this rage Mopstick fully loaded for these painkillers And these killers who don't play You niggas sound the same Mirror images tap dancing on my grave I don't give a fuck about what you got to say Yeah I got the plug, run the plug on all these visions I only know embarrassment and sickness Niche fan base, only a few kids will get this Mamba Mentality, I'm actually relentless 5 rings on my fist, knock you out your senses God grows but I don't know forgiveness You make this music for clout, I make it to keep from blowing my brains out Nigga that's the difference Some years ago I lived a hard life But sunlight burst a ray through those clouds Finally seen the back of those grey days Please let the summer back to stay