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What's on your mind
And what's on my mind
Is really quite the same
I've been working so hard
And I'm ready to play
Baby, I know just the right game

What's
What's on your mind
And what's on my mind
Is really quite the same
I've been working so hard
And I'm ready to play
Baby, I know just the right game

What's
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
homey on that weed though
Baby on them molly whops blinded by the weed smoke
We come from them streets ho, I stay on that ignant' ish
Aint nothing
gonna let it sink
Don't ask me no more questions, baby
You know what I think, yeah

Well, have heard about it
All the new talk on the streets
I
Puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks 
What you don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin' 
Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya
one, you better use it
Listen, they pit convoes, see your way out before d jump over e
And if you want by the cheek so play silly, feel a 9 milly
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
moving too fast
You better move into a different lane
Oh what a shame
They though I weren't gonna bust, then I came
Took off the condom, made it rain
You ready to sell your soul? hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up

I'mma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You should've slain me as a baby
'm working
With the damn thing
Dribble baby ain't seen
What I do to a ounce of doe
A whip man on my pager
Like I pay you folks
To whip some more
I
what I mean? 
10 baby {Ha!)
Easy
"To take what is given"
We right baby, huh
swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkin
What’s really happnin’ bro?
Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passion
Know what I mean, see I’m the king like I
to the fullest, whats life if you ain't enjoyin' it, know what I'm talkin' bout'?

My purpose really used to be so unclear
Science fiction with the swagger its
along) Cause I really can't tec it
Your cement mentality will end up in casualties
I got the right one, baby, and no you can't follow me
Got pieces
money or get nothing you know what I'm saying 
And I feel that way 
For real 

So hard I go I keep pushing 
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep
money or get nothing you know what I'm saying 
And I feel that way 
For real 

So hard I go I keep pushing 
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep
to hear me 
Oh really, now tell me how long have you been whinin'
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'
I love your joint 'Rock
true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you

So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went
So
wouldn't grab the gun
And at that time I wasn't thinkin about no one
Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby
Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}

(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I'm tellin,
york, back to california
I bumped your girlfriend, don?t say I didn?t warn ya
All this time you said she?s your ho
You really shouldn?t give baby all
York, back to California
I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya
All this time you said she's your ho
You really shouldn't give baby all