State of Mind (feat. Don Gunna)

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Pistol on me

It's OBH for life we can get it homie

Free Ab ima carry it wit my **** Lo

Just like a female posting status for attention

Begging for reactions waitin hoping for a mention

The way I slaughter this **** gone make em wanna murder me

The AK shooting wit a shoulder stop you gone need surgery

They heard of me

**** is frauding if they ain't heard of me

Spreading lies all on my name

Yeah the nerve of eem

**** yeah they know that I'm the motivation

She was Italian but she blow Jamaican

Out Jersey really roll wit Haitians

Smoking Charlie Pope, fishing 4 some bricks

Triple M The mob

Yeah we really in this bitch

They need to give me an award for my craft and penmen ship

He got a little clout now he thinking that he lit

I hit my brother Rell then he shot him and his bitch

Woah

If there's a drill to be done I ain't sliding wit **** I'm doing it solo

Five bullet holes and now that buhl rappin about it I'm giving you promo

I was the first like Soulja boy, and **** is stealin my Mojo

The rapper you thought was a rapper, he drillin again now you thumbin through photos

Back when Obama was new

I would cheat on my bitches and tell them he got me to change

You might of met a lil **** that came from my block and my corner

But we ain't da same

They try give lil A two football fields like bro ain't got no game

I know he holdin us down, he talkin bout money for real he doing his thang

Really I'm pimpin, I'm trickin on bitches but I never had a bitch tricking on me

I had em scared to be working wit **** so when I had started I did it for cheap

Give her this dick, takin her shoppin then right after that she go crazy for me

Give her the line, there ain't no doubt in my mind my lil bitch spraying for me

I really dance wit the devil but it don't bother me much we playin my music

They had a gun to my head I laughed n smiled for real I told em to do it

Moving the money tonight but after I'm done wit that we gone go through it

Lil bro asked for the line I don't gotta ask for what, he know what he doing

Rule number 1 don't tell these bitches you love em, you do it that shit a mistake

Rule number two make sure you get to the money and when you get money you save

Rule number three make sure you turn up so much ya opps they roll in they grave

Rule number four make sure you wit the right ppl cause **** get shot everyday

Rule number five don't ever tell on the guys, **** tell rumors and lies

Ain't no surprise

If you tell rumors and lies then you prolly not one of mines

Lowkey I'm fried

See me on Washington High

Fuckin up my state of mind

Ain't no finesse

Ain't no finesse

Remember when **** said they was gone slide on me

They didn't that shit was pretend

Them **** know what they doing

But they don't wann war it wit us so where to begin

Me nd my boy, youngins jus hopped in the game the horrors turned us into men

So whatchu thought, **** is keeping this business

Cause ion see none of them friends

I'm gettin za in the mail, I know I'm takin a risk but we don't send

Won't catch me makin no wish at 11:11, I see it I'm thinking of slim

Na took over the stores and didn't have to wig out once that's prolly my Twin

Lookin for food, I'm a big shark in the water right now I'm showin my fin

You never carry a ratchet cause you ain't a shooter for real just stay on da bench

It could be 2011, don't matter the year that it happened we took it offense

We don't vacation no more so when you see us out of town it's for an event

I don't be betting too crazy but if some get put on the line we gone win

Workin wit 3 mobile phones that's 3 different bags I'm looking to add two more

I like to spend on my bitch cause ion be worried bout none she gettin Dior

If I get rocked for a pound and **** don't know what to say I'm coming for yours

We seen a **** get popped but we don't know if he dead we make it for sure