Nevaeh

Yeah, yeah, let me get that, turn me up some, look, it's two a.m, I don't really gotta

A hook for this joint, but I'ma kick it like this, yeah, ain't got no hook for this, too deep for the

Intro, so let's begin, the life and times of young Mehkai, no glitz and glamour, only sins

Should I freestyle or write this shit down, well, that depends, I put my life inside these rhymes

When the record spins, I ascend, still deeply traumatized by pain, my stomach tying in knots

Losing my friends to self-inflicted injuries, can't help but watch as society burns

My hopes and dreams, tough as it seems, I stand on business, cause the world's corrupt

Cause see, I told you niggas on notes of a native son, gotta peep game with clairvoyance, gotta pay

To play, petty pocket change, till seeds out the soil, root of all evil, I scope the grim reaper

Straight through the peephole, knock on Nevaeh's gates, hope I make it to see my seed grow