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p-pullz (ft. jorrell redsun, q-popi, and stelf index) ft. bertisha castro – “p-pullz vs. the state of mind”
[produced by stelf index]

[verse 1: stelf index]
fancy cars (what?), three-story house (what?)
platinum chains (yeah), shining things (uh)
b.c. or a.d.? you tell me
turn the page. we living in the ice age
hostile, high-style lifestyle turned docile
chromed out, blown out, neanderthal bone out
savages’ average age range dropped
don’t need a ps2. pistol c-cked instead
heat to protect ice, frozen
platinum/plat-i-numb to everything else
in the world, no need for anything else
in the world, you see yourself on top, but look close
you ain’t seen sh-t past your block
and you wearing your bail if you happened to get knocked
in the ice age, stay on point like dart
ice your neck and your wrist but don’t ice your heart

[hook: bertisha castro and (jorrell redsun)] (x2)
(people!). you know this
sh-t here ain’t right
(time to bring it to your state of mind)

[verse 2: jorrell redsun]
what’s up with respect for the elders in america?
listen up close. i’m telling you all
vintage, not ancient. now you ain’t got no patience
when i want to cross the street, i ought to slap your -ss
use a cane right across the brain
light a flame to your range, but i call it a truck
see me as obscurity. late with my check
from security social. i invented going postal
you put your parents in an old folks home
tucked away, left alone, you feel embarr-ssed
‘cause i forgot your name once or twice. alzheim
ain’t a crime. i thought you were taught wrong from right
when you were little, i stayed up with your -ss all night
‘cause your pacifier ain’t taste right. huh
this is thanks i get? i learned you how to ball
picked you up if you fall. trouble, brawl in your place
when it got deep, your hugs were weak
said you’d call twice a week, but we barely speak
one day, you’ll be face-to-face with this issue
and i pray my grandkids don’t do the same to you
d-mn it!

[hook: bertisha castro and (jorrell redsun)] (x2)
(people!). you know this
sh-t here ain’t right
(time to bring it to your state of mind)

[verse 3: q-popi]
she loves me? she loves me not?
i love her? maybe we’ll tie the knot?
good for months, no fussing and she never fronts
conversation and cooks, man, whatever i want
i got it all but i still need more. all those nights i said
i went to the store, i left twelve, came back at four
took you for granted. my emotions stone granite
you stayed at my side like i created the planet
treating her like sh-t, the good relationship
stopped the love, ship sank. now it’s just relations
i blame her for cheating even though i’m not sure
she got a trick up her sleeve. why she staying with me for?
my “mind’s playing” geto boys single
forever single, mind state protecting my stake
but what do i really got? not much
but a shoulder chip about the size of a boulder

[hook: bertisha castro and (jorrell redsun)] (x4)
(people!). you know this
sh-t here ain’t right
(time to bring it to your state of mind)

- p pullz

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