(feat. Marco)
I just haven't been in my right mind lately,
I got too much money.
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Ain't been in my rite mind,
'Cause all my n***as doing time,
Ain't been in my rite mind,
These n***as trying to steal my shine.
The newt, he just took a fire,
I can't lie, that sh** hurt me inside.
My young n***a, that's my right to die,
But he got caught up on isle 65.
I know you worried about me,
But I'm all good, n***a,
I got Blacky with me and these little n***as.
These shooters in the cliffs throw away
Them real p**y.
I got extended bricks on my bricks,
Got remix in them.
All I know is Geo Grime,
The trouble make you loose your mind.
Don't I mind, you were never fine.
Meet the plug at the state line.
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Ain't been in my rite mind
Since Lil' Brook got time.
One of the real n***as I know.
Taught me how to grind.
And you a damn liar if you say
He gay or something.
Gave me my first couple of thousand,
Told me run it up.
And I ain't look back,
Bought a pack, made some rags,
Now, why the good n***a gone?
Somebody tell me that!
But I'm a still here
And I'm a go get me paid.
Got a polar bear down,
So I can start thinking.
sh** k**ing me, they ain't feeling me,
I don't mind playing,
But still gotta watch out for the snakes.
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Push your sh**, too bad.
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Ain't no flaw in that.
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The fans want me for my past.
I escape the streets with a bang.
They know I still clocking out.
50 thousand worth a shopping bag.
We n***as still in swag,
I ain't really worried about that.
I'm a real young O.G. boss, n***a.
A lot of n***as man 'cause that
Red, white and blue flag,
Get money, that's Blackomedo gang, n***a.
In my hood we spring freaks up,
Squeaky 2, that's my little nephew.
For my cousin Quae 40,
Shoot your a** with that Glock 40.
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