Lyrics:
mind
You gon' be mad when you see a nigga shine
Go 730, go 730, nigga, go slide
Put him in a hearse, put him in the dirt, shit can get televised
I
gunning
And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in
in the back, they chosen up, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
morning
Down on my luck and up against the wind
Don't get it confused, don't get it confused, yeah (no, no)
I'm in tune, I'm in tune, I'm in tune, yeah
May-December by Mos Def in my headphones, that's the man
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
selling they'll cram it down your throat again
And if it's not you're gonna get left behind in silence
It's the ugly truth
All these ugly truths
And you're
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
revealed by
The leaves on a tree
An image of my faith in the unseen
[Chorus]
In my mind's eye
I see Your face
You smile as you show me grace
In my
I'm speakin' bout you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it
I'm speakin' bout you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
in the middle when I start to fuck her
And you'll be left in your life with a retarded brother
Yeah I said it cock suckers, did I start to stutter, nah
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off
one of a kind
And I'll shock your mind
I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind
I said 1-2-3-4, come on, girls
Get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all gimme
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your master (it's true)
Now that's the line that's probably gon' get my ass
used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
To the beat and let your mind flow
To the beat I let my mind go
To the beat it makes your mind flow
To the beat
Lights, camera, action, get it
one day, my brother
So wrap up your pity and turn it to ambition
And put your vehicle in 'drive' and stop by my side
I'll see you when you get
(Go)
Chained to a love
But that don't mean much
Sensitive tough, you don't get enough
I've been drowning in your, lost in the rush
Faded, you
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
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