Mind Gone
Yeah, uh-huh, it's finesse
Uh, what really happens
Damn, the shit I think about
When I'm alone, nigga
Imma Run it, I'ma run it
Only thing thats on my mind
Nigga gotta eat the shine
Means I gotta feed the grind
You can want it, you can have it
But you gotta get it right
Fuck it nigga live your life
This shit right here could end tonight
I came to run it
And now they nosy asking all these questions
Why they tripping on finesse
Man I'm tryna get it together
Why they can't give me a second
They just cannot let me be
Why they worried bout what's going on my mind and what I think
Why they wanna pick on me
Why they wanna pick my brain
Maybe cause they really know that this little nigga insane
I saw a vision of the game
To get rid of you little lames
So a nigga spitting that cane
And the junkies lifting the flame
And mane, same shit, nigga, we all got problems
That's why when I see you grinding
I mind my business, don't bother
Shit, we all got flaws man
We all tryna ball, man
I got a good attorney
But it's still fuck the law man
I always try to tell you, you don't listen
And so I'm in my bedroom
Lonely, staring at the ceiling
Shit I know I'm gifted
Or maybe it's the weed
Or maybe that there really is
A better place for me
Yeah, uh
They try to tell me that my mind is gone
Like I've been sipping on that styrofoam
What really happens when the time is gone
The shit I think about when I'm alone
I'm realer
So now I'm doing for the best of me
I feel like now I got the recipe
None of you other niggas stressing me
I came to run this shit
So best believe, I'm trilla
I came to run it
Straight to the front
I am not looking back
I can't banter with all the chat
I'm commanding y'all just kick back
Understand that this shit's a trap
Understand that your shit is whack
I demand that you just quit that
I'm the man you niggas get lapped, fast
See the checkered flag, and they raise it in the air
Is that smoke or the clouds
These niggas blaze it in the air
And they hate, but I don't care
Cause I'm paying all of my dues
And a lot of these niggas scared
But I'm saying these words for you
This music is all I know
This music is all I got
So I'm letting you feel my soul
And I'm letting you in my thoughts
These niggas acting like hoes
And they questioning like the cops
So you niggas be on your toes
Cause these people want what you got
They asking me questions that are irrelevant
Pay homage to the veterans
The music is the medicine
See, they be asking me questions
And I'm not telling shit
Just because they buying
That don't mean a nigga selling it
Yeah, uh
They try to tell me that my mind is gone
Like I've been sipping on that styrofoam
What really happens when the time is gone
The shit I think about when I'm alone
I'm realer
So now I'm doing for the best of me
I feel like now I got the recipe
None of you other niggas stressing me
I came to run this shit
So best believe, I'm trilla
Imma run it, imma run it
Only thing that's on my mind
Nigga gotta eat to shine
Means I gotta feed to grind
If you want it, you can have it
But you gotta get it right
Fuck it, nigga, live the life
This shit right here could end tonight
You could love it, you could hate it
But we still gon' be like this
Nigga, how we g like this
How we kill them beats like this
Imma run it, Imma run it
Only thing that's on my mind
Nigga gotta eat to shine
Means I gotta feed the grind
Uh, what really happens
Damn, the shit I think about
When I'm alone, nigga
Imma Run it, I'ma run it
Only thing thats on my mind
Nigga gotta eat the shine
Means I gotta feed the grind
You can want it, you can have it
But you gotta get it right
Fuck it nigga live your life
This shit right here could end tonight
I came to run it
And now they nosy asking all these questions
Why they tripping on finesse
Man I'm tryna get it together
Why they can't give me a second
They just cannot let me be
Why they worried bout what's going on my mind and what I think
Why they wanna pick on me
Why they wanna pick my brain
Maybe cause they really know that this little nigga insane
I saw a vision of the game
To get rid of you little lames
So a nigga spitting that cane
And the junkies lifting the flame
And mane, same shit, nigga, we all got problems
That's why when I see you grinding
I mind my business, don't bother
Shit, we all got flaws man
We all tryna ball, man
I got a good attorney
But it's still fuck the law man
I always try to tell you, you don't listen
And so I'm in my bedroom
Lonely, staring at the ceiling
Shit I know I'm gifted
Or maybe it's the weed
Or maybe that there really is
A better place for me
Yeah, uh
They try to tell me that my mind is gone
Like I've been sipping on that styrofoam
What really happens when the time is gone
The shit I think about when I'm alone
I'm realer
So now I'm doing for the best of me
I feel like now I got the recipe
None of you other niggas stressing me
I came to run this shit
So best believe, I'm trilla
I came to run it
Straight to the front
I am not looking back
I can't banter with all the chat
I'm commanding y'all just kick back
Understand that this shit's a trap
Understand that your shit is whack
I demand that you just quit that
I'm the man you niggas get lapped, fast
See the checkered flag, and they raise it in the air
Is that smoke or the clouds
These niggas blaze it in the air
And they hate, but I don't care
Cause I'm paying all of my dues
And a lot of these niggas scared
But I'm saying these words for you
This music is all I know
This music is all I got
So I'm letting you feel my soul
And I'm letting you in my thoughts
These niggas acting like hoes
And they questioning like the cops
So you niggas be on your toes
Cause these people want what you got
They asking me questions that are irrelevant
Pay homage to the veterans
The music is the medicine
See, they be asking me questions
And I'm not telling shit
Just because they buying
That don't mean a nigga selling it
Yeah, uh
They try to tell me that my mind is gone
Like I've been sipping on that styrofoam
What really happens when the time is gone
The shit I think about when I'm alone
I'm realer
So now I'm doing for the best of me
I feel like now I got the recipe
None of you other niggas stressing me
I came to run this shit
So best believe, I'm trilla
Imma run it, imma run it
Only thing that's on my mind
Nigga gotta eat to shine
Means I gotta feed to grind
If you want it, you can have it
But you gotta get it right
Fuck it, nigga, live the life
This shit right here could end tonight
You could love it, you could hate it
But we still gon' be like this
Nigga, how we g like this
How we kill them beats like this
Imma run it, Imma run it
Only thing that's on my mind
Nigga gotta eat to shine
Means I gotta feed the grind
Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Ferguson
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