Lose My Mind
Aristocrats. Politicking daily with diplomats
I had visions by 26, I could be living that
The years I've given to the system, I ain't getting back
Halfway home, from a muthafuckin' prison rack
And I been moving cautious. Nozzle on the gun
Recovering from some losses, and now I'm on the run
On bail, outta Camden. Catch me in the slums
But it's I 9 5, If you ask me where I'm from
Cuz my VA niggas showed me how to cook a key
When you was pushing E, we was whippin' to Pusha T
When my BK niggas get hungry, they look to me
Never ran, never will. You know how Brooklyn be
I used to spin the track in the pen, listening to Dike O
Maino came to visit, used to get a nigga hype, so
We kickin' G shit and politickin' bout these trife hoes
Swear to God they love you, but ain't never send a kite though
Shootin' in the gym? No. Move Above the Rim
Been feelin' how Kyle did, when he was hooping at the end
If you was a young nigga, gettin' loot wit all your friends
Who eventually told on you, what would you do for revenge?
Lord. Now these hating niggas blogging, and commenting
They all talk about Paul, but I nah listen
To lose it all, cased up. What you know about it
The fuck are you, to try to tell me how to go about it
Nigga I done been down, for a real long time
Walk a mile in a nigga shoes, not mine
Fuckboy, I ain't gotta prove my grind
You ain't bang wit' me, or do my time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom bye bye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my
My first bid, I was 16. Second bid, was 6 months
Third bid, did 4 years. Last year, got picked up
My lawyer cost 25 racks, that's what he quoted
You lucky I got the presence of mind to capture this moment
Just so you can ignore the words, play it louder for the beats
Download it for in the car, forget about it in a week
This is how we getting down in 2 thousand and 16?
Nobody give a fuck 'bout ya album or 16s?
When the judge sentenced me, I was a menace to society
Came home wiser, now these lil' niggas trying me
And I'm trying not kill another brother, but I feel funny
Oh Lord, take the wheel from me
Got new bitches tryna steal from me
My ex bitches say they still love me
Rearview mirror looking real ugly
Fuck 'em all, five O and the courts
They want me out in VA, I'm doing shows in New York, like
Nigga I done been down, for a real long time
Walk a mile in a nigga shoes, not mine
Fuckboy, I ain't gotta prove my grind
You ain't bang wit' me, or do my time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom bye bye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my
Nigga I done been down, for a real long time
Walk a mile in a nigga shoes, not mine
Fuckboy, I ain't gotta prove my grind
You ain't bang wit' me, or do my time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom byebye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
I had visions by 26, I could be living that
The years I've given to the system, I ain't getting back
Halfway home, from a muthafuckin' prison rack
And I been moving cautious. Nozzle on the gun
Recovering from some losses, and now I'm on the run
On bail, outta Camden. Catch me in the slums
But it's I 9 5, If you ask me where I'm from
Cuz my VA niggas showed me how to cook a key
When you was pushing E, we was whippin' to Pusha T
When my BK niggas get hungry, they look to me
Never ran, never will. You know how Brooklyn be
I used to spin the track in the pen, listening to Dike O
Maino came to visit, used to get a nigga hype, so
We kickin' G shit and politickin' bout these trife hoes
Swear to God they love you, but ain't never send a kite though
Shootin' in the gym? No. Move Above the Rim
Been feelin' how Kyle did, when he was hooping at the end
If you was a young nigga, gettin' loot wit all your friends
Who eventually told on you, what would you do for revenge?
Lord. Now these hating niggas blogging, and commenting
They all talk about Paul, but I nah listen
To lose it all, cased up. What you know about it
The fuck are you, to try to tell me how to go about it
Nigga I done been down, for a real long time
Walk a mile in a nigga shoes, not mine
Fuckboy, I ain't gotta prove my grind
You ain't bang wit' me, or do my time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom bye bye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my
My first bid, I was 16. Second bid, was 6 months
Third bid, did 4 years. Last year, got picked up
My lawyer cost 25 racks, that's what he quoted
You lucky I got the presence of mind to capture this moment
Just so you can ignore the words, play it louder for the beats
Download it for in the car, forget about it in a week
This is how we getting down in 2 thousand and 16?
Nobody give a fuck 'bout ya album or 16s?
When the judge sentenced me, I was a menace to society
Came home wiser, now these lil' niggas trying me
And I'm trying not kill another brother, but I feel funny
Oh Lord, take the wheel from me
Got new bitches tryna steal from me
My ex bitches say they still love me
Rearview mirror looking real ugly
Fuck 'em all, five O and the courts
They want me out in VA, I'm doing shows in New York, like
Nigga I done been down, for a real long time
Walk a mile in a nigga shoes, not mine
Fuckboy, I ain't gotta prove my grind
You ain't bang wit' me, or do my time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom bye bye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Keep playing, might fuck around, lose my
Nigga I done been down, for a real long time
Walk a mile in a nigga shoes, not mine
Fuckboy, I ain't gotta prove my grind
You ain't bang wit' me, or do my time
You ain't never ever got to choose my side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom byebye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
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