Nigga if the shoe fits, get that muthafucka on Bitch get cha mind right Shit real out here Bitch get cha mind right Get your shit together nigga Bitch what's happenin Bitch get cha mind right Slow yo ass down, boy Bitch get cha mind right (Bitch I'm in here) Fuck I know (How the fuck you gonna tell me)
[Verse 1] I done been locked up, been blocked up For what, pullin my jock up in New York I come for niggas that hate the crowd, bust Boy you get snuck, dumped Or blocked by the boot when the tank rolled up Still got me rollin, got me all fucked up I'm in the headlines Big behinds, but that's nothing Nigga I'ma get mine (??) and fell for that fuckin hype Now I'm just a stereotype I'm dressed in stripes Thats a formality They got my black ass on a eight month pause from reality Now I might be more (??) I'm a sad, mad, BAD ASS BLACK MAN Who in the fuck are you to judge me Ain't no way in fuck you gonna nudge me or budge me I'ma walk my walk I'ma talk my talk regardless Bitch bad black, white, tall, it's the smallest I won't even much break stride Ain't got time to cry, I climb the rough side Never claimed to walk the straight and narrow Hard from my flesh, bad to my bone marrow Watch me with both eyes Won't analyze me cuz I'm baptized Wise guys criticize Sometimes I speak religously Niggas think that that's an excuse though to talk shit to me That bitch who's sayin shit your brain gon get you hung Only the rightous one speaks in tongues Bout to show you how the game goes Lay low, you're fuckin surfin in the rainbow And keep your pink fingertips off my black queen Stay off my gun though, go sip your fuckin cream If I catch ya I'ma bang bang, bitch Bang shit, I'm the rope bringer First you hunt me but now the breaker's on the other finger And that fuckin finger on the trigger That's when I start clickin What's wrong with you nigga Bitch get cha mind right
[Chorus:] Y'all niggas don't here me Bitch get cha mind right Yeah you, little bitty ass nigga Bitch get cha mind right How much money you got Bitch get cha mind right
[Verse 2] Sometimes I know I comin (??) runin the (??) Stayin and leavin, if it's (??) I'm sleepin, scared of breathin To many deceivin, honest and thievin (??) I'm loaded till my hearts stop beatin Could stay drug free and die of natural causes I'm a continue to pick up and light the marijuana, facin gun charges Military boots in penitentiary jail sites Ain't gotta take this shit sittin down I'm not gonna fall for it and not even tell I hope I never let you bitches get the best of me You ain't arresting me, I'm testin me, I'm in control of my own destiny Niggas ask me, am I my brother's keeper When that nigga got a street sweeper, killin people
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