Chi State of Mind
If I'm in I gotta grind
Ducking bullets momma's
Strive to find the line
Bad like Caroline
From the east side
And she fine and gotta mind
So I had to hit her line like
Baby how you doing
How you really feel
Tell me what's on yo mind
And keep it real
If I drop the fall you gone help me find it
Or gone cover up eyes and keep blinded
Lord knows
Lord knows
Lord knows
That I...
I Love You
But do you love me
Chi State of Mind
Chi State of Mind
Real recognize real
So tell me what you see
I see a young 14-year-old boy so caught in the streets
Gotta body on his belt
He blind he can't see
Because the thug life got him from his head to his feet
He from Chicago so he fucked from the start
Plus he barely in school he street smart
His saw his homie die so he gotta cold heart
And if the streets is his canvas he gotta tool To make art
This some real shit cuz I feel what I feel
I feel as if the world is out to get him and death if is on his heels
So his mind quick he out always on the kill
So he need him a shorty that's gon make his Heart heal
Niggas can't be trusted but can't lose hope
Cuz I got a heart full of gold
Yet I'm still broke
I feel alone at times so I need to cope
Need to relax my mind so I seek dope
Done riding niggas tell em nigga let me drive the boat
Niggas think that they "IT" until they float
To clean wit the shits my nickname soap
And I got more blessing than the MF pope Nigga
Lord knows
Lord knows
Lord knows
That I
I Love You
But do you love me
Chi State of Mind
Chi State of Mind
Ducking bullets momma's
Strive to find the line
Bad like Caroline
From the east side
And she fine and gotta mind
So I had to hit her line like
Baby how you doing
How you really feel
Tell me what's on yo mind
And keep it real
If I drop the fall you gone help me find it
Or gone cover up eyes and keep blinded
Lord knows
Lord knows
Lord knows
That I...
I Love You
But do you love me
Chi State of Mind
Chi State of Mind
Real recognize real
So tell me what you see
I see a young 14-year-old boy so caught in the streets
Gotta body on his belt
He blind he can't see
Because the thug life got him from his head to his feet
He from Chicago so he fucked from the start
Plus he barely in school he street smart
His saw his homie die so he gotta cold heart
And if the streets is his canvas he gotta tool To make art
This some real shit cuz I feel what I feel
I feel as if the world is out to get him and death if is on his heels
So his mind quick he out always on the kill
So he need him a shorty that's gon make his Heart heal
Niggas can't be trusted but can't lose hope
Cuz I got a heart full of gold
Yet I'm still broke
I feel alone at times so I need to cope
Need to relax my mind so I seek dope
Done riding niggas tell em nigga let me drive the boat
Niggas think that they "IT" until they float
To clean wit the shits my nickname soap
And I got more blessing than the MF pope Nigga
Lord knows
Lord knows
Lord knows
That I
I Love You
But do you love me
Chi State of Mind
Chi State of Mind
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Writer(s): Pharaoh S.
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