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I want my fucking
MIND BACK
Cop some fake pearls rather keep the cash
My ice cappin cuz I ain't too good at rap
The trap trappin but I ain't doin the dash no
Fuck the upper class
Yeah I'll fuck em with no hands yeah
And on my life I found the facts
That all you bitches do is brag
But I ain't into selling tags no, no
Don't give a fuck about getting them racks nah
I only give a fuck about spittin the truth
I proceed to choose a path
Ain't nobody gone gimme it back
And I could show you the proof
Sellin my soul to the music
Never thought I'd go through this
Just wanna stop feelin so clueless
Tell me why did I choose this?
Whippin it up with a whip
I'm only takin a sip
Hand on my gun at the hip
Yeah yeah yeah
Shoot a movie like a clip
Tell me what I gotta cling to
My mind inside of my mind inside of my mind
But I cannot see you yeah It's me that I sing to
Wish everybody was rich
Rich in the spirit
Ceremony with the smoke
Always cold I need a coat
Fresh paint on the boat can anyone hear this?
Hanging out like a rope, tell me can anyone hear this?
Tell me can anyone hear this?
Oh-woah yeah
No no
Oh-woah yeah
No no
And on my life I found the facts
That all you bitches do is brag
But I ain't into selling tags no, no
Don't give a fuck about getting them racks nah
I only give a fuck about spittin the truth
I proceed to choose a path
Ain't nobody gone gimme it back
And I could show you the proof
Sellin my soul to the music
Never thought I'd go through this
Just wanna stop feelin so clueless
Tell me why did I choose this
Whippin it up with a whip
I'm only takin a sip
Hand on my gun at the hip
Yeah yeah yeah
Shoot a movie like a clip
Tell me what I gotta cling to
My mind inside of my mind inside of my mind
But I cannot see you
Yeah It's me that I sing to
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