Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind Frame , by - Moneybagg Yo. Release date: 10.08.2017
Song language: English
Mind Frame |
| Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man |
| Goin' through pictures and it’s fuckin' up my mind-frame |
| Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained |
| Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang |
| His first offense, judge gave him all that time man |
| He in there buckin' and it’s fuckin' up his mind-frame |
| His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don’t know the man |
| I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey |
| Thinkin' 'bout you as I’m scrolling through my call log |
| Your number still in my contact but I can’t call y’all |
| Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn’t even worth it |
| Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that hurt me, hey |
| Free Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man |
| Wouldn’t wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man |
| Wouldn’t ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing |
| I saw my vision, I painted it, made my own lane, hey |
| Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my circle |
| I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her |
| I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody perfect |
| Cut from a real nigga cloth, I’m fuck shit allergic |
| They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up |
| I won’t put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up |
| I was posted with them packs on me all light until the sun up |
| Don’t fall for nothin', always stand up, that’s how I’m gon' raise my sons up |
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| Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man |
| Goin' through pictures and it’s fuckin' up my mind-frame |
| Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained |
| Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang |
| His first offense, judge gave him all that time man |
| He in there buckin' and it’s fuckin' up his mind-frame |
| His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don’t know the man |
| I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey |
| Niggas out here sending threats so it’s murder on my dome |
| They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don’t send no shots on songs |
| My son mama say I’m wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame |
| She ain’t built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame |
| I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight |
| 'Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case |
| Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer |
| In Miami with the Dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins |
| Mind-frame on I don’t care |
| Glock nineteen, I’m so aware |
| You can look and you can stare |
| It’s blood on me, you touch a hair |
| Niggas crossed me, said fuck me |
| Showed me really what it was |
| Now they callin', tryna talk |
| But I can’t reimburse that love, nah |
| Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that done died man |
| Goin' through pictures and it’s fuckin' up my mind-frame |
| Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still maintained |
| Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang |
| His first offense, judge gave him all that time man |
| He in there buckin' and it’s fuckin' up his mind-frame |
| His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don’t know the man |
| I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey |