I've had enough from all the years you talked down on me Today I walk away from everything that you believe. The price is high but I will find my
mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them
opened up my eyes and I finally realized Today, today, it's too late, you're fading away Put a sock in it, just stop running your mouth Got my mind
'm not Bowzer Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
just because You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs Until your place hit up Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks You're better off making sure papi know your
it's only right that I holla Love your face, love your smile, love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla Turn around
opened up my eyes And I finally realized Today, today, it's too late You're fading away Put a sock in it Just stop running your mouth Got my mind made
a better man. No slack, cadillac, couldn't quit, gums flap so Here's your teeth back Accept what I left far behind in a time when my mind was like
shells come, you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van
To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin' Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher
well I palm it. I throw up bombs when I vomit. Boy I throw down in the kitchen, might hit your mom with my omelet. But you got egg on your face now watch
some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch I hate niggas , but I love your mom give her a kiss for me, her second son get your mind right baby or get your
mind I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them
' up poor don't make you ignant act your age don't act your pigment race to the top don't let your race stop you from revolution open your mouth and bust
You need find out where your home is at And turn the key and range rove it back You didn?t want me then so tell me what made You changed ya mind 'Cuz
Make up your mind It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out When you're tryin' Why don't you make up your mind? No, no, no, no You've opened
I'm not Bowze Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
