different state of mind ..(YAYA)..
. Look... This the story of a man who had the whole world in his palm, But somehow still found comfort in the mud, stayin' calm. His first love wasn’t temporary, wasn't passing through, Hip Hop—the only one that stayed true. Let me tell it.[Verse 1] Smart-ass kid, Mom handed him the world she built from scratch, Immigrant grind, sweat and tears, no days off, no match. She worked her fingers to the bone just so I could take a shot, But I fucked it up with good intentions, wandering off the plot. Chasing different states of mind, different thighs, different flavors, Baskin-Robbins pussy, different drugs, different dangers. Loneliness cracked the mirror, but I kept mobbin’ through the haze, Curious monster probing every culture, forever unfazed. Words are just words—hell is paved with good intentions they say, Got in too deep, let the actions do the talking anyway. Deep down an OutKast, static in the heart, rewriting the song, Same broken record, same mud, same king choosing to stay wrong.[Chorus] OutKast kid with the Blues, Hip Hop cruise, solo in the move, Riding with the homie, windows down, looking for you—you owe me, better show me. Master manipulator, smooth as ice, con man in disguise, never advertise, Good intentions paved the road to my shame, but actions speak—I own the game. Hip Hop never left, held me down through the flame, From the restaurant pots to these 808s in my brain. Still mobbin’, still lost, still found in the same, — rewriting my name, smooth water flow, kid with the blues.[Verse 2] Years blurred into nights, chasing highs that faded fast, Thought I was living free, but the shadows were cast. Mom still grinding, plates stacked high, smile hiding the worry, While I’m out here burning bridges, turning potential to stories. Friends with the bag went away—nah, I was the one with the bag, Smooth as ice, baby, always got my hands on what I wanted, no lag. Learned the hard way: words don’t pay the rent or the guilt, Actions carve the legacy—mine’s a mix of blood and silt. Master mind in the streets, intelligent schemes, played the game clean, acted like a dream, Picked up the pen when the world wrote me off, turned lowest lows into lines that cut soft.
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. Look... This the story of a man who had the whole world in his palm, But somehow still found comfort in the mud, stayin' calm. His first love wasn’t temporary, wasn't passing through, Hip Hop—the only one that stayed true. Let me tell it.[Verse 1] Smart-ass kid, Mom handed him the world she built from scratch, Immigrant grind, sweat and tears, no days off, no match. She worked her fingers to the bone just so I could take a shot, But I fucked it up with good intentions, wandering off the plot. Chasing different states of mind, different thighs, different flavors, Baskin-Robbins pussy, different drugs, different dangers. Loneliness cracked the mirror, but I kept mobbin’ through the haze, Curious monster probing every culture, forever unfazed. Words are just words—hell is paved with good intentions they say, Got in too deep, let the actions do the talking anyway. Deep down an OutKast, static in the heart, rewriting the song, Same broken record, same mud, same king choosing to stay wrong.[Chorus] OutKast kid with the Blues, Hip Hop cruise, solo in the move, Riding with the homie, windows down, looking for you—you owe me, better show me. Master manipulator, smooth as ice, con man in disguise, never advertise, Good intentions paved the road to my shame, but actions speak—I own the game. Hip Hop never left, held me down through the flame, From the restaurant pots to these 808s in my brain. Still mobbin’, still lost, still found in the same, — rewriting my name, smooth water flow, kid with the blues.[Verse 2] Years blurred into nights, chasing highs that faded fast, Thought I was living free, but the shadows were cast. Mom still grinding, plates stacked high, smile hiding the worry, While I’m out here burning bridges, turning potential to stories. Friends with the bag went away—nah, I was the one with the bag, Smooth as ice, baby, always got my hands on what I wanted, no lag. Learned the hard way: words don’t pay the rent or the guilt, Actions carve the legacy—mine’s a mix of blood and silt. Master mind in the streets, intelligent schemes, played the game clean, acted like a dream, Picked up the pen when the world wrote me off, turned lowest lows into lines that cut soft.
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