Fickle Mind$ - Bishop Nehru

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 kill me, is death, that’s the only

thing that will ever stop me, is death

And even then my music live forever

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 nigga clipped quick!

It sick shit 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 class, just struggling to pass

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 shit is gonna last

It’s the fact that I’m everything that you lack, nigga 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!

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!

But shit slow, cause there’s no entry

For ones that tryna tempt me

With ounces of sticky, and icky bitches 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 nigga 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 killing any rapper that stand with a pen and mic

Stay outta sight, and I’m tryna be polite

But I swear when a nigga write from the pen acetyl ignite

It’s like (x3)