Mind Over Matter (feat. Raze)

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Okay we kick it like the weekend
We swimming on the deep end
Niggas pull up for a sack
Turn off the lights if you creeping
Neighbors watch and park across the way so they can peep in
They just want to know the type of the life that I been seeing
I just need the type of bread to let my daughter fly
I just need the type of head that make me roll behind my eyes
I just rolled the fattest joint, bet you have never seen this size
Bet if you would come and smoke with me our minds would synchronize, bitch
It don't matter it don't bring a peace of mind
Because mine is mighty powerful and bliss is sure divine
I just washed the Batmobile, I think I pushed it passed its lines
Hit the dirt, skirt it to the side
Then re-correct the vibe
Now I'm just coasting
Swerving by the ocean
And I'm still serving every sack that I've been posting
The opps and the cops couldn't kill the vibe that I'm provoking
They tried to knock me down, I fell through doors I left open
Aye
Aye
I stay low key, getting high as hell
The only thing I make time for is my clientele
You f*ck boys is so show and tell
You act hard and then go and tell
I wake up and go straight to the juggling
Serving the customers
Windows down, swerve in the vehicle
Off a pill or two
Ask me to slow down, I ain't hearing you
Better buckle up
I see the police in my rear view
Damn I'm fucking up
God damn I pray that I get away
I'm calling this xan pill jumper
I pop it, watch me fade away
Run to the back like I'm Usain
Some people think that I'm insane
Because I pop too many Xanax bars up in the day
Still manage to hit up the bank
Take out a couple of them blue faces
Every day I'm rolling up the stank pack
Don't pass it, I'm just blunt facing
Don't pass me up with no payments
I'm calling my nina a surgeon cuz it's giving out some free faces
Shoot you in your face you can't say shit

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