mind over matter Lyrics

I got the digital receipts I just went shopping

With these brand new beats, I might just hit the top 10

Seems like there's always some dummy tryin' prove suttin'

My brodi tryin' get the bag before he go and screw suttin'

Playing monopoly with the money, you ain't even pass go

Got this shit on all Madden you just tryin' act pro

I been toe to toe with the labels but I really like my cut

It's something like my dope money I had to double up

I made em' all give up, they know I'm blowing up

It's mind over matter I ain't ever give a fuck

I'm like Kanye with the punch

I could say some dumbass mumbly jumbly shit and they still gunna love it

Remember we was skrrting every curb with the Saturn

I was flipping all them packs now I just put my words in a pattern

Damm how the opps in the same old building

This goofy bought a ticket he couldn't just listen

I'm sipping on my soda while my broski catch the b-roll

I been stacking double double's like Chicagos D Rose

It was like yesterday I was just stuck in detention

Making good money off the samples I don't need the attention

They said chill out do something like Mac Miller

I told em' hold on you ain't think I been around the killers

I seen a lifer get his head smashed in he almost died

This real trap shit have a grown man cry

I been blessed with this shit but it just feel like a curse

Can a youngin' get a chance before he leaving the earth

I popped my half a yerk now its time to do work

Got my bitch stretched out, she gotta cop some new balance

Man I love this good weed, I been smoking the shatter

When the packs touch down they always smelling like sour

I knew this rapping shit be fun but I didn't know I'd get power

How the fuck I gottem' tapped in at the Eiffel Tower

The bands super sturdy I can always pour a 4 up

My merch finna drop then I'm bout to rip the tour up

Tatum with the shot don't you know I'm from the eastside

Chilling at TD bank then I'm fucking on my feline

Shit I'm like the postal service got perfect delivery

I'm so fancy with this shit it don't feel like a sin to me

I can't deal with these offys they got some bitch ass tendencies

Been mind over matter I had to leave me a legacy

I only make dope shit they know that they can't fuck with me

I sorta feel faded but I didn't sip the lean

They know me by the boss but I'm showing love to fiends

Like criss cross apple sauce put twenty in my jeans