"Mental Health" lyrics
(feat. Che Noir)
[38 Spesh:]
Sit in, let's go
Know what I'm sayin'? Uh
It's mental health for a street nigga, know what I mean?
Huh
Street nigga, know what I mean?
Right, huh
Ayo, I wake up and don't know the reason I'm stressed
Maybe it's the past trauma I need to address
Would say it's karma, but I don't believe in that mess
It's hard believing in karma without white folks being oppressed
I'm tired of chasin' illegal success
That only end up to them yelling, "free you with death"
So I up and left without a single regret
You owe a credit card, nigga, I was fifteen kilos in debt
I had to get my ego in check
Follow the wrong path and it may lead you to death
'Cause I seen people inject Diesel and fett'
They don't know how to sow, so they'd rather put they needles to flesh
You say you love me? Well, convince me
The words that I use shouldn't be held against me
That ain't solid, that shit frail and flimsy
How you love me when your heart filled with envy?
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my bitch the reason why I'm sad
If I tell her my problems, she repeat it when she mad, huh
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my homies the reason why I'm sad
When everyone in your team competin' for a bag
[Ché Noir:]
Competin' for bags, money we just treat like a mask
To hide the trauma & the pain, I spent a week in my fast
Reflect on dead bodies, scattered in streets in the grass
Tried to look at they pics, but every time I see 'em, I gag
When shit wasn't addin' up, I was a G in some math
Treated niggas like fam, but in return, they treated me bad
It was hard to build a team when there's a thief in your staff
'Cuz they couldn't afford they own, they'd rather lease what I have
What's mental health to a person that never knew it exist?
They say ignorance is bliss, so you'll never lose what you miss
Relationships that was severed was never happy for me
I can't wish I'm the best 'cause then they'll still have access to me
No meds for a broken soul, it's hard to mend what you lack
Mental health labeled as crazy, it's a difference in that
Sometimes chaos the medication, more expensive than cash
When the voices inside your head the only friends that you have
[38 Spesh:]
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my bitch the reason why I'm sad
If I tell her my problems, she repeat it when she mad, huh
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my homies the reason why I'm sad
When everyone in your team competin' for a bag
Sit in, let's go
Know what I'm sayin'? Uh
It's mental health for a street nigga, know what I mean?
Huh
Street nigga, know what I mean?
Right, huh
Ayo, I wake up and don't know the reason I'm stressed
Maybe it's the past trauma I need to address
Would say it's karma, but I don't believe in that mess
It's hard believing in karma without white folks being oppressed
I'm tired of chasin' illegal success
That only end up to them yelling, "free you with death"
So I up and left without a single regret
You owe a credit card, nigga, I was fifteen kilos in debt
I had to get my ego in check
Follow the wrong path and it may lead you to death
'Cause I seen people inject Diesel and fett'
They don't know how to sow, so they'd rather put they needles to flesh
You say you love me? Well, convince me
The words that I use shouldn't be held against me
That ain't solid, that shit frail and flimsy
How you love me when your heart filled with envy?
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my bitch the reason why I'm sad
If I tell her my problems, she repeat it when she mad, huh
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my homies the reason why I'm sad
When everyone in your team competin' for a bag
[Ché Noir:]
Competin' for bags, money we just treat like a mask
To hide the trauma & the pain, I spent a week in my fast
Reflect on dead bodies, scattered in streets in the grass
Tried to look at they pics, but every time I see 'em, I gag
When shit wasn't addin' up, I was a G in some math
Treated niggas like fam, but in return, they treated me bad
It was hard to build a team when there's a thief in your staff
'Cuz they couldn't afford they own, they'd rather lease what I have
What's mental health to a person that never knew it exist?
They say ignorance is bliss, so you'll never lose what you miss
Relationships that was severed was never happy for me
I can't wish I'm the best 'cause then they'll still have access to me
No meds for a broken soul, it's hard to mend what you lack
Mental health labeled as crazy, it's a difference in that
Sometimes chaos the medication, more expensive than cash
When the voices inside your head the only friends that you have
[38 Spesh:]
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my bitch the reason why I'm sad
If I tell her my problems, she repeat it when she mad, huh
What's mental health to a street nigga, huh?
When you goin' through shit, who gon' speak with ya?
Can't tell my homies the reason why I'm sad
When everyone in your team competin' for a bag
