Mind on Mine

Side effects they catch vapors
When Niggas go alter N.A.T.U.R.E
Getting off with the sack
That Khalil Mack mixed with Lawrence Taylor
Florida man like Warren sapp
Hurricane flip a quarterback
Go make the money spin dry
Double that, wash load laundromat
Dirty Nigga from under
Who never hand a thing
Just a plan ball forever
And dodge the ball and chain
Mixed that hustle with that ambition
And reaped fruitions Mane
Now we up Niggas flexing
Costumed to finer things
Busting through these woods, stuffing trees
Damn this forest loud
Sipping on a river of spirits
Then rise back in the clouds
Member when could barely rub quarter
Now Niggas thumb through Thous
Steady counting up on them fuckers
Who used to count me out
Go go go
Stack up the pesos
All I know is get it
Until fate say so
Got these grams and these bands
I'm bout to make blow
Fuck it up again
And then go make more
Go go go
Stack up the pesos
All I know is get it
Until fate say so
Got these grams and these bands
I'm bout to make blow
Fuck it up again
And then go make more
In the building we eating
(Hah Hah)
Lil boy get your weight up
(Hah Hah)
Plotting on major
So Niggas took N.A.T.U.R.E
And put money up in Bodega
Serving up hot shit like waiters
They dig it so much, that they turned it to craters
Hope whoever sleeping rest easy
While Boogeyman rock up the cradle
Oh wow look turned tables
Scoop the cream with greens, like ladles
Stack the money up Jit, just like Lego's
Pop up on a Nigga, early morning like Eggos
Think shit sweet leave your mind tart
Getting reckless like Wop with the Bart
Trynna dodge the narcs
Play position smart
Staying fully clear of the aardvarks
Rolling loaded off the fully potent
Got the doctors potion, I divide in portions
Nigga steady snapping, like a man in motion
Bout to break the game, and take all the tokens
Just a southern player straight third coasting
Was down bad, now we up boasting
Staying on tracks like locomotives
With the tunnel vision shining brightly focused
Go go go
Stack up the pesos
All I know is get it
Until fate say so
Got these gram and bands
I'm bout to make blow
Fuck it up again
And then go make more
Go go go
Stack up the pesos
All I know is get it
Until fate say so
Got these grams and these bands
I'm bout to make blow
Fuck it up again
And then go make more