Creative State Of Mind Lyrics

For those that don't know me, they call me Choice, nice to meet you.

Turn me up in your headphones and blast me loud in your speakers.

Pay attention to lessons like teachers that's tryna reach you.

Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet as I keep you.

We pose for different eyes like magazine cover features.

While gold diggers and broke niggas be tryna leech ya.

Your rival tryna fight for survival and tryna beat ya.

And people making threats say it's on sight when they greet ya.

What a cold world.

Women say they wanna be yo girl.

But you trapped in box going back and forth with ol girl.

Stuck in a cycle like a washing machine.

The team is supreme.

I really hope you watch the regime.

What makes you gleam, respect or the cream?

Been dope since I was teen.

Dreaming bout things, bigger than I had seen.

Yea the bullies up in school, they was mean.

Got to me early, didn't want my hands dirty, cuz I'm tryna be clean.

So I fled.

Grabbed some paper, filtered anger through lead.

Writing death notes.

I'm killing all the names that I said.

They talking bout bodies and blows, I'm coming straight for they heads.

Decapitate 'em.

They music has become over saturated.

Looking back, I'm glad I made it just the way that I did.

I'm getting praise from the strangers, even praise from my kids.

Trying not to bring drama to the place where I live.

I felt like writing some shit, so I did.

Creative state of mind.

And around and around we go.

When I'm gone stop, baby only Lord knows.

Cuz I write the songs that whole crew sings.

Steady putting on for the team.

I'm built different.

Many people say this my meal ticket.

If I don't make it, would you still kick it?

Would you still listen?

All my older songs, would you still feel them?

You answer no, then I can't deal with ya.

Shit I'm still ripping.

I was killing shit back when Mike jones was still tipping.

On 4 4's.

I gave this game a chokehold.

They know the boy is so cold.

Say what I want, I'm so bold.

Your favorite rapper so/so.

Coming for me's a no go.

Most people living fast I be taking my time in slo mo.

Feel the components.

I'm bad at taking pictures, I'd rather be in the moment.

From my head to my feet.

They said get me an image, I'd really be bringing heat.

But I've never been concerned with the jewelry, shirts, and the sneaks.

While y'all out there buying J's, I'd rather buy me some beats.

Looking flashy ain't my thing, I'd rather show up discreet.

Feast on rappers and leave diamonds and gold chains at my seat.

That's my goal bro.

But that same seat is looking more like a throne though.

On some king shit.

I mean this.

I be writing bars with the same passion I dream with.

But still can give can you give songs that all your passengers lean with.

I'm classic.

Check the catalog and check the rhyme.

They still debating, will I make it, is he past his prime?

Though I'm the man now, I still feel like that kid.

That felt like writing some shit so he did.

Creative state of mind.

And around and around we go.

When I'm gone stop, baby only Lord knows.

Cuz I write the songs that whole crew sings.

Steady putting on for the team.