Ill Mind Of Hopsin 8 Lyric
Ill Mind Of Hopsin 8 Lyric. And when i feel i am in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain. I can clearly see the blood on the wall.
I done had it, enough is enough bruv. On my level, i chop all of you rappers to celery. Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga.
I Start Violence, Cops Come.
And when i feel i am in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain. Blood on the walls, that ain't going down nigga. Web come on now really think got us portraying something we really ain't how we supposed to be ill when you on our website with a shakeweight tryna be billy blanks, nigga thanks.
Web I Ain't Keepin' This Shit On The Hush, Hush.
Poke a stick through it, then beat the rest of your body down with it. Web ill mind of hopsin 8 lyrics: (what the fuck?) / homie, i made you rich, paid your rent (damn right!)
On My Chest I Just Carry Too Much Stuff.
I can clearly see the blood on the wall. (what the fuck?) homie i made you rich, paid your rent (damn right) biting the hand that was feeding you. Lyrics put together so cleverly, you will never be.
(What The Fuck?) Homie I Made You Rich, Paid Your Rent (Damn Right) Biting The Hand That Was Feeding You.
I still gotta lot of work to do i'm probably gonna add a seat to it or something. Web till you turned on me homie, that's fucked up. Web we are you, and you’re us, stop playing games.
I'll Rip Your Head Off.
Plus i needed somethin' to get my buzz up. I done had it, enough is enough bruh. Tune in ill mind of hopsin.
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