Lyrics:
on to herself
She's got the light in her eyes
And the proof of the sky
She's crossing my mind
Better hold on to myself
Shimmy shimmy shake, the lights are
rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm
don't care about friends
I was made to be on my own
I came in this world by myself
And I'm leavin' alone
Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own
With
desk,
With the strategically-placed,
Imported, very hip water pipe,
And the latest edition of the
Whole earth catalog,
And rack my agile mind
For
old
How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go
My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs
In the club sippin' P&J on the same
and watch
Me do what I do
Rap the cord around their throats
So everyone's dumbass blue
My mind's not right
Damn I'm the man and you can't stand it
(yeah) play
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
at this: Ur hur hur hur hur
Tom Jones look at this: Ur hur hur hur hur
That one from the Kaiser Chiefs look
At this: Ur hur hur
Piers Morgan look at this: Ur
ain't got a plan
Still I gotta try, it ain't just by chance my shits
fire
Or that my peers skate and they stay on they grind
Got some kids in Georgia
to feel that
By any means, homie, you know you gotta feel that
Hey, I'm just a new york nigga
Pull my first trigger up in the South
Fuckin' keep it heater,
been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind
Calm down,
Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I could almost die
I got no goals left but to save my mind
They got more holes dug in
She's raised a poem boy Wilfred Owen
I'm at war with my mind (My mind)
And there's a war in these streets
But we're just acting like we're blind
And I'm
as i enter relationship
Since i expect her to do the same
I had to walk me a tunnel
My mind is a trap
And it feels like I'm stomping on puddles
Of that
No, my brother, you've got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo
Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast and Furious franchises
Six projects, six
and recognition
Lest we forget the significance of these gifts
An undeniable impact made brick by brick
So to my ancestors
And all the black people who blessed this
and Trump is just as bad
No economic system is safe from men gone mad
Who seek to destroy and divide
By spreading their hatred and lies
To people surrounded
you go
You need to get off yo ass little bro
With a mind like that have a bag on the floor
My connection with you is passed triple O
I be hard on my
you feel important
You say you ain't never left Georgia
We should go somewhere by the water
Puerto Rico no Florida
Cancun south of the border
Hotel room
shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
Niggas know, we go against
shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
Niggas know, we go against
blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get
on the rats and
People sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile)
While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My file is clean, I mean my mind is clear
I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I can't—
Who else got the luxury to drop when he want
'Cause nobody else can fuck with me?
What a showoff
Nigga
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