| Ice running through my veins, I’m the coldest
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| Give me half a chance I’ll be running with it like I stole it
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| You would notice if you paid attention properly, ain’t playing the lottery
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| I work with better odds, my favorite game is Monopoly
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| You copy me, get it? |
| Understand I’m a problem G
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| Ain’t no stopping me or my movement, man, this is prophecy
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| This is probably the reason they trying to Sarah Connor me
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| Or Edward Furlong in the sequel, but no apology
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| You’ll never hear inaudibly come from my lips
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| Like Beyonce at inaugurations, ain’t gonna say shit
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| Won’t be no prerecording it either, I just give them the ether
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| Freddie up on the feature, you should know the procedure
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| Fool, don’t act like you don’t hear the chick singing «it's all yours»
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| Made me a believer, out to get it at all costs
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| Like a young mob boss, go getter, going out like this was V for Vendetta
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| Trend setter, I’m the coldest
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| You’re drawn to the sign
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| S with the line, through it, bout to fall from the sky
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| Just some thoughts for the mind
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| I take a glimpse at the time
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| What’s the plan? |
| Believe the world is mine
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| And my mentality is money orientated
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| Money orientated, anything for the paper
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| And my mentality is money orientated
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| Money orientated, anything for the paper
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| Fuck the world and everything in it
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| Driveway full of pink slips, ain’t a thing rented
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| And if we do push that rental then we got them things in it
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| 454 in my motor, work with some change in it
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| Jumped off that label and started my own shit
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| Don’t need no nigga to hold my dick, bitch, I’m all off my own flip
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| Say my attitude like Nicky from Casino
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| I’ll probably die buried alive, Freddie Tarantino
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| Keep a shoe box full of rubber bands rocking dope, I’m racked up
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| Blue kush and fellatio, I lay back in my 'Lac truck
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| Every nigga from my hood tryna make 100 stacks plus
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| Eastside Gary niggas, boy, these actors get wrapped up
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| All I wanna do is smoke a stoggy and get loaded
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| And go fuck with my old bitch and my new ho got demoted
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| But once I whip this dick on her, she might just jump back on it
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| Got my dough ho and my blow right off the coast of California
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| Bitch, we robbing, bitch, you holding
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| Money orientated, legacy on my conscience
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| Long as I did it my way, then fuck it bro, I ain’t bothered
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| Don’t bother popping off with the lips
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| Like dropping the flame in a Molotov mix
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| Not in your best in-trest, lit fuse d. |
| dot fuckin' flame thrower
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| Hotter than the south beach when King James came over
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| Painted over your little tags with end to end burners
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| I’ve been a quick learner, to win, I went further
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| Push harder, drive like Sebastian Vettel
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| Put my foot to the floor so hard that I broke the pedal
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| Killing everything you think that I made a pact with the devil
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| Ain’t no high strings that you can pull on so fuck Geppetto
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| I’m my own puppet master, pour a glass of vodka, sitting in mi casa
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| You ain’t in my clase, you bastards, I fathered your style, my ability
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| Got you sweating me but I never feel the humidity
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| My AC is on, nothing in this world that can take me on
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| So pump your brakes, be gone, I’m looking way beyond
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| What’s within my reach, I’m tryina grow my wing span till I got down some beat
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| From Auckland City, the New Delhi to Gary, Indiana
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| The world gonna be my oyster and don’t come on a platter
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| If they don’t wanna better than I do
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| Then I’mma keep taking it as long as I’m alive
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| To try stop me, man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Mentality , by - David Dallas. Song from the album Falling into Place, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп