| With your feet in the air and your head in the ground
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| Try this trick, spinning
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| Yeah
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| Lost my mind at the voting poll
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| Police on my totem pole
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| Hoes is too and they know I’m broke
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| But my dick is dope and my flow is dope
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| Running game on her mental
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| Never fuck with her on her menstrual
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| Game sharp as a No.2 pencil
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| Drawing on fuck niggas, no stencil
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| Red beam on you, no pimple
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| Let me calm my nerves down
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| Codeine slowing my words down
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| I’m swerving on the curb now
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| Smoked away my memory
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| And all my evil tendencies
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| I ain’t seen my mind in so damn long
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| Won’t be me, I hope it remembers me
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| Where is my mind? |
| X3
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| Lost my mind on a mission
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| Dope boy still in the kitchen
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| Or the trap with that Pyrex vision
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| Cooking dope trynna get me a Bentley, but
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| My grandma sick, need a kidney
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| One thing one my mind, gotta get it
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| Y’all niggas rap about it, I live it
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| Y’all niggas never seen it, I did it, ugh
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| Lost my mind, I’m the sickest
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| Nigga, I don’t need no witness
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| Y’all bitch niggas be the ones that witness
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| On the stand pointing out who did it, ugh
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| I’m hollering «fuck your clique!»
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| I’ll fuck your bitch when the case spit
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| With no kick, they holler «oh shit!»
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| My mind gone, but I’m focused
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| Lost my mind in a fucking Bible
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| Feeling like God when I hold my rifle
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| Killing off life cause they just recycle
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| Fuck you, who you? |
| I ain’t like you
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| Balled up fist, and I wanna fight you
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| Take my life, shit, I know you’d like to
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| My mind is a weapon and I just might shoot
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| …So y’all better duck down
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| Anybody seen my memory?
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| Laying next to John Kennedy
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| Or Kurt Cobain, what a goddamn shame
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| Sometimes I feel like ending me, but
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| Is it really worth it?
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| Shit, Cause I’m still searching
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| For my brain, or a better purpose
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| Cause right now I feel worthless, then
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| Karma brung pain, I deserved it
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| My inner thoughts got deserted
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| That lack of faith was my burden
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| It taught me to be more assertive
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| I got me a pack, start serving
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| Then got me a gun for the murder
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| 211 them burglars
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| My evil thoughts go unheard of, ugh
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| Master mind of my craft, nigga
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| You think you get half nigga?
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| You must be high as fuck and out of your mind
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| I’mma just laugh, nigga
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| Ha |