Mind Of
I'm really in my car right now recording this shit
Back to back
Listen to that
Fuck it
Glory to God
This shit go crazy
Go crazy
Yeah
I think it's crazy how far I've done come
19 years
I need another whole 1
For 2 decades
Four score
I need three more
Check the cadence
For a genre close to horror
War and gore
Beating beats blue
Ain't nobody ask you what you doing for the crew
So why you give a fuck when they prolly wouldn't do the same for you
prolly leave you out to dry if they cash came through
Oooh
Hard truths
I could always handle you
Many men behind my back
You can't handle truths
You were wrong when you pressed up on the fact that you really thought I couldn't but I really made a rap
Fuck
Unattached to all those things y'all flexing
Toting 9's and tiny Smith and Wesson's
My guns big raised I around in Texas
No money was needed we just did cause we reckless
So Spin the Lexus
No, I ain't bang
But I'll lay you down
Resting
(Resting)
In the night
Pouncing
like Johnny dang
That bars overused
But I used it anyway
Don't give a fuck
Move on out the way
The leaves are covered bloody from the rappers that I slay
MMA
Round house the game
I'll knock your ass out
Like I'm Dustin Poirier
And it's all about politics
And everybody's talking shit
If I came out to shine
I'm make you all my bitch
Fuck y'all's crooked ways
And your filled out list
I'm at the top after I spit this shit
But I don't give a fuck
I got God with this
Tryna change the world
Get on top that bitch
Ride it like a
pretty blue eyed
blonde hair bitch
I give a shit what genre it is
I spit lit
But I'm a college kid
I make my grades
And don't rob on shit
But if I had to I would snatch some bricks
And sell a couple pounds to get my cash up quick
Don't underestimate my hustle,you bitch
It's the mind of a hustler
Mind of a real one
Mind of a struggler
Mind of the ill son
Mind over matter
It doesn't matter
Ill smoke your favorite rapper
My bars in orbit like the rings on
Saturn
Y'all out of pocket
You Gotta move it faster
A young king but a child to a bastard
I move around like I'm
Danny phantom
I'm fucking dancing
I caught y'all lacking
So I took the game and slammed it
I'm Tryna walk in mansions
With my brothas sipping liquor
Giving money to the broke who be stuck in famine
My soul is damaged and
my body standing
My mind is managed
For now
I got a new advantage
Back to back
Listen to that
Fuck it
Glory to God
This shit go crazy
Go crazy
Yeah
I think it's crazy how far I've done come
19 years
I need another whole 1
For 2 decades
Four score
I need three more
Check the cadence
For a genre close to horror
War and gore
Beating beats blue
Ain't nobody ask you what you doing for the crew
So why you give a fuck when they prolly wouldn't do the same for you
prolly leave you out to dry if they cash came through
Oooh
Hard truths
I could always handle you
Many men behind my back
You can't handle truths
You were wrong when you pressed up on the fact that you really thought I couldn't but I really made a rap
Fuck
Unattached to all those things y'all flexing
Toting 9's and tiny Smith and Wesson's
My guns big raised I around in Texas
No money was needed we just did cause we reckless
So Spin the Lexus
No, I ain't bang
But I'll lay you down
Resting
(Resting)
In the night
Pouncing
like Johnny dang
That bars overused
But I used it anyway
Don't give a fuck
Move on out the way
The leaves are covered bloody from the rappers that I slay
MMA
Round house the game
I'll knock your ass out
Like I'm Dustin Poirier
And it's all about politics
And everybody's talking shit
If I came out to shine
I'm make you all my bitch
Fuck y'all's crooked ways
And your filled out list
I'm at the top after I spit this shit
But I don't give a fuck
I got God with this
Tryna change the world
Get on top that bitch
Ride it like a
pretty blue eyed
blonde hair bitch
I give a shit what genre it is
I spit lit
But I'm a college kid
I make my grades
And don't rob on shit
But if I had to I would snatch some bricks
And sell a couple pounds to get my cash up quick
Don't underestimate my hustle,you bitch
It's the mind of a hustler
Mind of a real one
Mind of a struggler
Mind of the ill son
Mind over matter
It doesn't matter
Ill smoke your favorite rapper
My bars in orbit like the rings on
Saturn
Y'all out of pocket
You Gotta move it faster
A young king but a child to a bastard
I move around like I'm
Danny phantom
I'm fucking dancing
I caught y'all lacking
So I took the game and slammed it
I'm Tryna walk in mansions
With my brothas sipping liquor
Giving money to the broke who be stuck in famine
My soul is damaged and
my body standing
My mind is managed
For now
I got a new advantage
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Writer(s): Jacob Kornman
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