so open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and start takin care of your own, nigga, Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner, So I look
that you may never know my mind Or know just what I'm thinkin' if I don't won't you inside Yeah, inside my mental, I know you meant well I'm out of time
I? Why should I? Why should I? Why should I even try? 'Cause I can't stop loving you No, I can't stop loving you No, I won't stop loving you Why should
make something outta nothing at all I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school They can't be wrong in
I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to
line I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters I trained for chess moves,
't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on
in the air I can taste the warfare Y'all didn't think I'll be back for vengeance Well y'all wrong, nowl suffer the consequences And I came with armed
girl let me slide Baby, baby, baby Baby if you let me go, I swear I'll change, just change your mind Your old man don't like to jitterbug, said this
, I gotta watch ya Gotta stop you from dealin' with snakes You're sealin' your fate let alone I feel it's your wake Eliminate all the wrongs in your
your own name Reprogram your own brain Ask questions with no shame How you think you gonna master your craft if you don't train? Perfecting your skill
eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place Try to
eyes, hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage What ya gonna do if I show up at your place Try
Mobstas If it's on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas If it's on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas Mobstas, Mobstas If it's on, I gotta ride out with my
s when your luck changed Got rid of that plus rate The whole bus train Get your guts paint Now you talk strange About what could have changed Naa, I don't
What? Spit what man? Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real Ain't no fuckin' rapper man 16 I don't know Jay If you don't believe
apart. It's all in the game, a nigga can't change, If you don't break a bitch then your game is lame mane. See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold
country That's where you learn That I'll be waiting here If you ever should return You've taken your back train And I'm just taking my time Are you