Dion Primo - King Mentality lyrics

[Intro] I'm in the club, I got bottles My whole section, is full of models Bad b**hes, we throwing hunneds Sumn sumn sumn sumn sumn, f** it [Verse 1] Ok Now I'm in yo 'tention span, keep up with me if you can University of self, listen to the lesson plan Used to k** n***as, but now they do it second hand- Smoke, each other over nothing but guess again I'm not over no finishing give you hope with religion That keeps you broke and defeated What kind of preachers preach with designer emblems To congregation, by finishing off the savings That you been saving but tell that you be Satan If you don't believe Let's talk about some education How they never educated me properly how to think Was never the topic, it only taught me to remember history But HIS STORY never meant sh** to me (naw.. f** em) Lets talk about these corporations thats pimping all of they workers to keep up with mortgage payments The profits is unheard of, getting away with financial murder Pushing poison, cigarettes and 40 ounces But wanna lock you up for selling 40 ounces Even though that marijuana never caused no drama Now you thinking its all good cause they legalized it? RFID chips, up in yo kush, before you realize it.. damn [Hook] x2 Only the strongest of minds can wear the crown When eye opened my eye, guess what I found A motherf**in King Mentality A motherf**in King Mentality [Verse 2] Aye.. Lets talk about these f**ing rappers That could tell you how to cook a bird But not what's coming after, when them wings fly Homies get to tripping over green guys Wanna fill you up with bullet holes and if you lucky Police just might pull up at yo door And hop out with they Glocks out Little kids don't really know the differences Between reality and fantasy and most families All over the world don't know what Christmas is You getting money though Aye Let's talk about that television A tool used to tell the women That they're not beautiful or suitable Enough for this reality so now they hate themselves Mentality all f**ed up tainted with wealth Lets talk about the music industry And how song writers be the main creative energy But gets the short end of the stick So now they gotta bow down and write bullsh** to pay the rent, damn I need some motherf**in answers I wanna know the reason why my momma died of cancer She would of been 66 today, my pain ricochets off the 808 And day to day it gets even more realer Cause I don't know if it was the disease or the chemo That k**ed her, Primo got no filter, I'd die for my message You just a fake motherf**erg lyin for a necklace [Hook] x2 [Outro] I'm up in the party like a rotated blunt I'm a motherf**in king so I say what I want And you know what it is if you feel how I feel Say goodbye to the bullsh**, hello to the real Hello(hello) Hello(hello) Hello(a motherf**in King Mentality) Hello(a motherf**in King Mentality)