Mindset Lyrics

Got some shit on my mind that I need to say

It's like everyday, waking up and getting paid

Shorty's with me, you know that I'm getting motherfucking laid

Guarantee I pull up in my raps thats what the fuck I'm saying

Yeah I'm spitting fucking bars

Remember days I was down bad and now I'm in foreign cars

Oh shit you cannot stop me

Straight up to the top, buy the store make them restock it

Damn, yeah I keep the choppa and its cocked bitch

I don't give no fucks about you, yeah I'm really toxic

Yeah I came to spit some bars up in his house

Guarantee I pull up to your house

Quiet like a mouse

Get the cash bitch in large amounts

Ayy I'm really talking real shit that's what

I'm about

I ain't fucking with these hoes, just

for clout, uh

Yeah, not just for clout, uh

Really pull up on your block, spin twice and air it out

Yeah, Heber Springs 501, I'm the king

Guarantee I'm spitting fucking bars

And I bought your bitch a ring, but it's not a wedding ring

God damn, I'm the motherfucking man

Slumped the opposition like a motherfucking xan

Everyday she hit me up like Jayrad, what the

plan?

Yeah I'm in the studio, I'm spitting bars

That's where I'm at, you know I'm staying up

Yeahhh with your baby mama, bitch I'm laying up

I don't give no fuck, I'm staying paid up

I ain't doing no fronting, yeah I'm steady stunting

Young fat boy with your baby mama munching

Oh shit, what the fuck's going on?

Everyday I'm balling like LeBron

Yeah we get it on

Guarantee I get into the money and I'm making songs

Yeah I'm fucking rapping about this real shit

This the life I'm living

Guarantee im codeine sipping pour before I'm livid

I ain't fucking stopping until I have done maid me a million

Guarantee I'm going and I'm gonna fucking raise the ceiling

Fill up arenas and tear down buildings, bitch I'm chilling

Guarantee I'm fucking lit and I'm spitting facts

Everyday I'm smoking big backwoods of motherfucking thrax

Yeah, yeah bitch I'm getting to some money

And I'm chilling with your bitch because she think I'm funny

Damn, big belly is a money tummy

Bitch I'm worth a lot, doing donuts at the lot

Guarantee I walk up in the store, I buy make them restock

Ayy, everyday I'm lit, I should go sell me some stocks

Yeah, put my trust up in a brick and never in a hoe

Yeah I'm smoking big ass big blunts while on parole

Guarantee I ain't gonna stab you, I'mma hit you with this pole

Guarantee your girlfriend dancing on the same fucking pole

Oh, shit, what you motherfucking mean?

Ayy, I done had four whips of the same kind that's a Z

Yeah, sports fucking cars

When I'm whipping they too clean

Yeah, everyday I'm spitting fucking bars

And they be mean but that's just me

That's just what I'm on

RIP to Kobe, trying to ball out like LeBron

Walk up in the store and spit some bars, make a song

Guarantee me and opposition, we don't get along

[bow bow]