Open Mind
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head, Yeah
Give a fuck what they wanted, This here what they need, So I give it to em & I kill it with ease
Sit back & ponder just thinkin' back when all these mothafuckas didn't wanna hear me
Give me a couple of years & I swear that you all gonna see me on ya TV screen
Walking red carpets & looking at women then waving my hand & they all start to scream
I'm just gon stack up on all my amenities, switching the flows & I'm switching the melodies
Live thru my music for decades & centuries, I am a problem that ain't got no remedy
You don't know me then you losing ya memory, Chasing the top & I'm chasing my destiny
Bitch I'm a cool young cat, Bitch but ya been know that
Rhymin' like a young 3 stacks, Rhymin' like a young ASAP
& I run it right back for the ones that's lackin'
Bitch you better know about Pax, He the one that's spittin' those facts
He the one that got it down packed so you mfs talking that shit better take another step right back, yeah
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head, Yeah
Ready for anything, Ready for war
So fuck with my people, You burn with no soul
Cowards & liars & fakers you all better run, duck & hide cuz I'm coming for blood
Actin' so phony they smile in ya face then they stabbing ya back without any remorse
Fuck all ya family the life that you live is made up of realities that remain false
Flow so sick like a stone cold killa
Stunt so hard like it's MJ Thriller
My pen hit like a brand new Retta
First I load my clip then I pull that trigga
Goin' for the gold, Give a fuck about silver
Never sold my soul but I lost my mental
All these hatin' ass hoes lookin' oh so bitter
But I'm kickin' right back & I'm sippin' my liquor, huh
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head, Yeah
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head, Yeah
Give a fuck what they wanted, This here what they need, So I give it to em & I kill it with ease
Sit back & ponder just thinkin' back when all these mothafuckas didn't wanna hear me
Give me a couple of years & I swear that you all gonna see me on ya TV screen
Walking red carpets & looking at women then waving my hand & they all start to scream
I'm just gon stack up on all my amenities, switching the flows & I'm switching the melodies
Live thru my music for decades & centuries, I am a problem that ain't got no remedy
You don't know me then you losing ya memory, Chasing the top & I'm chasing my destiny
Bitch I'm a cool young cat, Bitch but ya been know that
Rhymin' like a young 3 stacks, Rhymin' like a young ASAP
& I run it right back for the ones that's lackin'
Bitch you better know about Pax, He the one that's spittin' those facts
He the one that got it down packed so you mfs talking that shit better take another step right back, yeah
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head, Yeah
Ready for anything, Ready for war
So fuck with my people, You burn with no soul
Cowards & liars & fakers you all better run, duck & hide cuz I'm coming for blood
Actin' so phony they smile in ya face then they stabbing ya back without any remorse
Fuck all ya family the life that you live is made up of realities that remain false
Flow so sick like a stone cold killa
Stunt so hard like it's MJ Thriller
My pen hit like a brand new Retta
First I load my clip then I pull that trigga
Goin' for the gold, Give a fuck about silver
Never sold my soul but I lost my mental
All these hatin' ass hoes lookin' oh so bitter
But I'm kickin' right back & I'm sippin' my liquor, huh
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head
Open ya mind, Don't live in regret
Ain't got the time, To live in the past
Open ya eyes & Learn to express
All of the things, Inside of ya head, Yeah
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Writer(s): Eric Padilla Jr
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