Letra

Hold up Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right You know everything is alright You know everything is al- Just ride with a motherfucker Keep it real, never lie to a motherfucker, hold me down Chillin', In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, rockin' Adidas With a señorita when she sippin' liquor by the liter That's royalty, like the homie Gambino He know we be in the casino, lightin' Cubans with a C-note I'ma fuck the game, dare you to test my libido Comin' up shorter than Danny DeVito Whenever I step on the beat, ho Like a killer on the creep slow Had my share of defeat, but we still gon' eat, ho While the fans bumpin' Welcome To Forever on repeat though, uh Wonderin' if I'ma ever fall off Feelin' mad at the world, wanna hit it with a sawed-off Blowin' up like a Molotov This is war, everybody, ain't no reason I'ma call it off Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright In the studio every day So you know this shit about to be a busy night Everything is al-, everything is alright It's Finally Famous over everything RattPack gang What up though, Logic? Yeah Day one shit right there Hold up Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right You know everything is alright (Sean Don) You know everything is al- Oh my God, they plottin' and schemin' Fuckboys rather me not even breathin' They tryna take my blessings away They gotta be demons, I'm blessed every day And not blessed like I'm sneezin', I'm healthy and well On top of my ship and I'm not even sinkin' And I could just sit back and say that I'm happy But can't spend a day without smokin' and drinkin' Got Champagne problems, and I order more My wardrobe is Aura Gold I'm a young nigga with a older soul But still young enough to know I gotta know some more I made somethin' out of nothin', Sean Don the magician (good, yeah) She doin' tricks with her pussy, I guess she's a vagician (good) She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stackin' up (uh-huh) Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap-dap me up Hype nigga, back-back-back it up (whoa) Claimin' that we homies, boy stop (stop) That's the type of shit I boycott Yellin' fuck the 5-0, state troops Any nigga with a badge, I don't even trust the boy scouts I got these good girls hoin' out Tell me what the fuck you know about (what?) Bein' that nigga that these niggas don't know about Then they throw you in the game And you motherfuckin' blow it out Now everything is alright Hold up Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right You know everything is alright (yeah) You know everything is al- (uh, yeah) Whippin' through Gotham Hatin' motherfuckers, I wanna off 'em Hella endorphins, got me livin' life to the coffin I'm coughin', wonderin' if I'm goin' insane Nobody knowin' my pain But I be killin' 'cause I'm into the game Now lookin' back, it's like ain't nothin' the same All these Spanish women watchin' me like a novella Hit you with a Beretta, get you wetter than a umbrella Ain't nobody better do it like me I know a lot of motherfuckers don't like me, prolly wanna fight me But I just keep the peace, no need to keep a piece I keep my enemies on a leash, capiche? And keep it real for the people I reach
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Donte Lamar Perkins, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Anthony Michael Ryan, Robin Michael Davies Saville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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