Mint Condition
Baby on my mantle
Sitting in my picture frame
Cigarettes deep in my pocket
Calling out my name
Who you wanna ball Mayne
Top down baby drop
It so insane
Matter fact better
Get me a hoe stay
Take care
With your home boy after late
Said
If you popping
Take my troop
To see that aftermath
Shorty walking to that room
It's getting hot in fact
Where you trynna go
Babe Fucked up
With that bottle
Of that Jose
Twisted
With your home boy after late
Hit a brother
But I'm saying that its too late
My nigga
I'm just saying
Got no feeling
Got no pressure
On my neck
So bitch whatever
Call your speed dial
Hit that 3 now
I got 3 hoes
Got a backdoor
From the back seat to the stadium
When I pack seats
Got vibes on the side
Hold up
I even gotta love no hoes
I don't even gotta front no more
I don't even gotta rob no more
I don't even gotta lie no more
Don't think I gotta die no more
Domino
I knocked it down
It knock me down
I'm in the zone
I'm here gold
Whatever
Find your soul
So that you feel you feel finest
Bop the summer
Shorty on the bottom
Calling for me
I don't got no number
I don't got no bitches
I don't got no brothers
Baby on my mantle
Sitting in my picture frame
Cigarettes deep in my pocket
Calling's out my name
Who you wanna ball Mayne
Top down baby drop
It so insane
Matter fact better
Get me a hoe stay
Take care
With your home girl after late
Said
If you popping
Take my troop
To see that aftermath
Shorty walking to that room
It's getting hot in fact
Where you trynna go
Babe
Fucked up
With that bottle
Of that Jose
Twisted
With your home boy after
Late
Hit a brother
But I'm saying that's it's too late
My nigga
Offer me yours
Offer me hours
Power
Wondering
What coach
Did you need right then
Run faster
Jump higher
Light a fire
Beneath that ass
Shooting like
An at point lineman
Aiming down the angles
Aimed at ya chest
Don't grab your wallet
Choking me out
I can't feel my eyelids
Pause
Take it back
Should I run
Should I call mamma
Should I give up
Sit on my knees
Right now they
Bashing me
Y'all Pull out ya phone
And Don't yell for me
Yall screaming through
Comments online for me
Fight harder
Dead on arrival
Breath out ya mouth
Think of your father
Pray for me now
This getting shit getting harder
If I can run ima
Fight harder
Beneath the scenes
My movie playing
Blanks
For you
Why you running from
What the passed had to say
Truth is evident
That niggas reaching
Up for the upper hand
Fuck it say my truth
They gun me down
And say im missing
Proficient
In my craft
But that don't mean shit
They dropping my brothers
But not by actions that they've
Made
They say that hoodie look suspicious
Take that precious life away
Why don't you love yours
If we riding on a sofa
I'm hoping that you leave me hopeless
Crying through through my heart
Got me smoking
Cigarettes to ease the pain
You ain't even know my name
Summer light shining
In my town
In my heart
You know this jack
Feeling homey
I got my lil baby back
I got my phone
But my payments
They holding me back
You hitting your mans
You came in flex
To shine my shine
I try my hardest
I'm not boastful
I'm hopeful
Clear my heart and
Soul
Cause you did me
Wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
Baby why got me so alone
You don't know
What you said on the phone
Cause now you got
Me feeling
So wild
You don't know
That I am here
So lonely
Giving everything
That I've got
Sitting in my picture frame
Cigarettes deep in my pocket
Calling out my name
Who you wanna ball Mayne
Top down baby drop
It so insane
Matter fact better
Get me a hoe stay
Take care
With your home boy after late
Said
If you popping
Take my troop
To see that aftermath
Shorty walking to that room
It's getting hot in fact
Where you trynna go
Babe Fucked up
With that bottle
Of that Jose
Twisted
With your home boy after late
Hit a brother
But I'm saying that its too late
My nigga
I'm just saying
Got no feeling
Got no pressure
On my neck
So bitch whatever
Call your speed dial
Hit that 3 now
I got 3 hoes
Got a backdoor
From the back seat to the stadium
When I pack seats
Got vibes on the side
Hold up
I even gotta love no hoes
I don't even gotta front no more
I don't even gotta rob no more
I don't even gotta lie no more
Don't think I gotta die no more
Domino
I knocked it down
It knock me down
I'm in the zone
I'm here gold
Whatever
Find your soul
So that you feel you feel finest
Bop the summer
Shorty on the bottom
Calling for me
I don't got no number
I don't got no bitches
I don't got no brothers
Baby on my mantle
Sitting in my picture frame
Cigarettes deep in my pocket
Calling's out my name
Who you wanna ball Mayne
Top down baby drop
It so insane
Matter fact better
Get me a hoe stay
Take care
With your home girl after late
Said
If you popping
Take my troop
To see that aftermath
Shorty walking to that room
It's getting hot in fact
Where you trynna go
Babe
Fucked up
With that bottle
Of that Jose
Twisted
With your home boy after
Late
Hit a brother
But I'm saying that's it's too late
My nigga
Offer me yours
Offer me hours
Power
Wondering
What coach
Did you need right then
Run faster
Jump higher
Light a fire
Beneath that ass
Shooting like
An at point lineman
Aiming down the angles
Aimed at ya chest
Don't grab your wallet
Choking me out
I can't feel my eyelids
Pause
Take it back
Should I run
Should I call mamma
Should I give up
Sit on my knees
Right now they
Bashing me
Y'all Pull out ya phone
And Don't yell for me
Yall screaming through
Comments online for me
Fight harder
Dead on arrival
Breath out ya mouth
Think of your father
Pray for me now
This getting shit getting harder
If I can run ima
Fight harder
Beneath the scenes
My movie playing
Blanks
For you
Why you running from
What the passed had to say
Truth is evident
That niggas reaching
Up for the upper hand
Fuck it say my truth
They gun me down
And say im missing
Proficient
In my craft
But that don't mean shit
They dropping my brothers
But not by actions that they've
Made
They say that hoodie look suspicious
Take that precious life away
Why don't you love yours
If we riding on a sofa
I'm hoping that you leave me hopeless
Crying through through my heart
Got me smoking
Cigarettes to ease the pain
You ain't even know my name
Summer light shining
In my town
In my heart
You know this jack
Feeling homey
I got my lil baby back
I got my phone
But my payments
They holding me back
You hitting your mans
You came in flex
To shine my shine
I try my hardest
I'm not boastful
I'm hopeful
Clear my heart and
Soul
Cause you did me
Wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
Baby why got me so alone
You don't know
What you said on the phone
Cause now you got
Me feeling
So wild
You don't know
That I am here
So lonely
Giving everything
That I've got
Credits
Writer(s): Miyagi Mafia
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