On a Mission (feat. Alycia Miles)

Black Pride, baby Yes, it's time to open my eyes To understand all the things about me You despise Black pride, baby Tell me who you want me to be If I stop doin' flows Are you eager to see My Black Pride Let me strip the hate from my soul And let the butterflies rise Like a thought from my prose Black Pride, baby Since beginning of time When hateful motherfuckers tried to kill my mind Mind, mind, mind, mind You watched me hit the door Watched me across the room I'm on the dance floor But my eyes are still on you I know I'm killin' these jeans You remember me wearing them, too It's crazy, baby But I'm startin' to think I'm needing you What I just might make a move I see you with your date Trust when I get in my groove You're leaving here with me One more shot, please, bartender I need some liquid-nerve 'Cause I won't leave here Until you say goodbye to her Trust me, baby I'm on a mission And you best believe I get what I want You're on my list You'll belong to me Before the night is over You'll be comin' over You'll be comin' over Turn on my Southern charm And you don't have a chance Now I got you on my arm You're askin' me to dance Let's go My slow wind puts you in place And you're thinking just like me So ask what I'm doing later It's over your mind, baby You seem a little shy So let me ease your mind Trust me, honey, I won't bite Just go for what I like Now you're gettin' in my groove Yeah, you're jumpin' on my train So go tell old girl You'll probably will never see her again Trust me I'm on a mission And you best believe I get what I want You're on my list I get what I want You'll belong to me Alright Before the night is over Before the night is over You'll be comin' over You'll be comin' over Go, Alycia Hello, Ms. Robinson Really glad to meet you Don't you know Toot, toot Wobble, wobble You was throwin' that shit Ain't gone lie I was frontin' like I'm born again Yes, I'm born again I don't wanna' sin But then the Moon turned around And said I'm still your friend, hey We gone talk about this again I don't care what they thank We gone own the stank Can't intimidate what we got Boy, it's hot Back up off me motherfucker For I blow yo' spot All you hatin' ass niccas Go track a thot When it comes to your life I think you're lost When it comes to my life Bitch, I'm the Boss No Ricky Ross Got steak and sauce Black Pride