Listen, stream, mp3 download and read the lyrics to “Lose My Mind” by KXNG Crooked & Joell Ortiz featuring Blakk Soul. The song was co-produced by The Heatmakerz, Joell Ortiz, & Fred the Godson.
Kxng Crooked & Joell Ortiz Lose My Mind
Tomorrow marks the official release date of KXNG Crooked and Joell Ortiz’s brand new collaboration album H.A.R.D, and seeing as we’re also due to get Freddie Gibbs’ Alfredo album — it might just be the most bar-heavy day of the year thus far. Now, the pair have come through and released another new single, once again linking up with Heatmakerz for the contemplative “Lose My Mind.” Off the bat it becomes clear that both men are leaving nothing off the table, opening up about their respective childhoods and the hardships experienced on the come-up.
KXNG Crooked & Joell Ortiz – Lose My Mind (ft. Blakk Soul) (prod. The Heatmakerz, Joell Ortiz, & Fred the Godson)
https://soundcloud.com/mellomusicgroup/joell-ortiz-kxng-crooked-lose-my-mind-feat-blakk-soul
Lyrics
[Intro]
I, I
I, I
I, I
(Heatmakerz)
‘Bout to lose my-
[Verse 1]
Grandma used to tell me everything’d be okay
Radiator broke and the cold won’t go away
Sick for six days, man, this cold
Elevator stuck and there’s no hot water
Another night takin’ baths in that stove top water
Mom’s runnin’ out the house when that blow got shorter
Somewhere in the Bronx, this nigga [?]
It’s rich families with a robot’s daughter
I’m standin’ in the arcade and don’t got quarter
Sneakers got the lean, make my low top shorter
Lint in my hair, snot in my nose (What else?)
Stains on my gear, nobody knows what it feels like
To feel like, in real life, you gotta to lie
To feel like your real life don’t feel like you not alive
Standin’ in the spot where your partner died
Too young to see homicide, you traumatized
Visions of the back of your father’s ride
Pullin’ off, you smellin’ the exhaust while your mama cries (Word)
A young man with nobody left to idolize
28 grams, y’all know the bottle size
My block got monetized, monopolized, had my own park place
Never put they whip in my spot
I’m drivin’ by in my hood right now
Thinkin’ how the hell I survived that liquor every night
Chicken wings, a side of fries
And beef that never took a day off
Stay off the strip durin’ holidays with fireworks
‘Cause they are the perfect camoflague for drama to let the K off
And never take work you can’t pay off if somethin’ go wrong
[Chorus: Blakk Soul]
Runnin’ from the law everywhere
To plush views with first class seats
From no views to you choose
You never thought this would be
Didn’t wanna be a victim no more
(So I decided that I)
I just knew I wanted more
So I didn’t lose my-
[Verse 2]
They cut our electric off, extension cord through the window
Borrowing juice from my neighbors just to play my Nintendo
My mama’s boyfriend Lorenzo was blazing some indo
He always keeps some weed, but never be around when it’s time to help pay the rent though
Time to keep all the ends meeting
Eviction notice on my door, even my friends seen it
I’m embarrassed due to that fact, be in my crib, dreamin’
I could wear some shoes that I like, hearin’ my inner demons
If a pair of shoes what you lack
Go over there and move you a sack to them niggas feenin’, greezin’, ain’t intervenin’
Now I’m payin’ dues wit’ them packs
Dropped outta school without a parachute on my back and hit the streets hard
Please, God, bless the father’s raisin’ them seeds up
Or else it’s blue flags, both arms raisin’ them C’s up (What’s happenin’, cuh?)
Ain’t no grey point, average raisin’ them B’s up (What’s happenin’, blood?)
Tried to tell you, we damaged, no one believed us
We witnessin’ terrifiyng events
Hide the pain from our parent, my apparent line of defense
If my mama knew I watched my dude perish right on the fence
She’d be scared ’cause I’m in the trenches with hammers and wrenches
I’on care, it’s right on the hip and a strong sip is my therapist
Got post traumatic stress disorder but I’m unaware of this
I normalize the normal lies comin’ from my professor [?]
My OG was like a terrorist, heretic
Teachin’ me good and bad
You know the hood is sad
When the killers playin’ the role that your dad shoulda had (Dad)
If he was here, maybe my pants wouldn’t sag
Maybe I’d learn how to smile instead of lookin’ mad (You know)
[Chorus: Blakk Soul]
Runnin’ from the law everywhere
To plush views with first class seats
From no views to you choose
You never thought this would be
Didn’t wanna be a victim no more
(So I decided that I)
I just knew I wanted more
So I didn’t lose my-
[Outro]
I, I
I, I
I, I
‘Bout to lose my-
