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[Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h]
My mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
I had to-

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Get my mind right
Money white
Hustle right
Fuck her right
Fuck it right
Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life
Woo! May my tombstone read what a life
Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin’ lie
Tell him I say its a wrap like it’s mummified
Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights
Run it right
Runnin’ lights
Duckin’ lights
There he go, cut the lights
Try to spare these niggas but I put ’em on fuckin’ strike
Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side
Come at me sideways I ride three six five days
Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée
I am the fucking best man for the job
These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways
I don’t want to hear it to me it’s just blasé
I need my money on dalé on dalé
I got my mind right I got my mind made
But how come the early bird acting like I’m late
I’m ready for war
Money right
Hustle white
Alright
Fuckin’ right
Whippin’ white all night ’til a nigga knuckle white
Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint
B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L
Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife
Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing
Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell’s angel, Lord
I l-l-licked the pussy ’til I got my L’s tangled
I take CMB off the YM, I’m just spell checkin’
Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King
Get along with him and not with me
‘Cause I’m on the edge and I’m ’bout to leave
Gun to his head make him count to three
One, two, three
BOW BOW BOW BOW
She gave me head she forgot to breathe
Straight from the bed to the shower scene
Straight from the store to the block nigga
I do numbers you can count on me
Remember when I didn’t have a pot to pee
Now I look like I done hit the lottery
Went from poverty to property
Make a mockery of a shopping spree
These niggas ain’t cold they ain’t hot to me
They think they like me but they not to me
Wait let me put my binoculars on
You fake as fuck as far as I can see
My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease
I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me
And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave

[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
*I want my money nigga*
*Come up with that check get my money right*
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
*Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h]
Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah
Y-M, not them, and I’m the real Young Moolah baby
My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right
I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga
Come up with that check I want my money nigga

I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)

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[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ‘gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Chorus]:
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ’gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Chorus]
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ‘gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ’gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Verse 2]

Uh, aye, count that cash
Uh, Im too ahead they can’t catch up
Team too ahead, they can’t catch up
Fifty shots, to his head, he need back up
For real
I dont like toting guns
But i may have to shoot to kill
N*ggas hate that im winning
Now they dont wanna see me live
They too lazy to get it
Its a lot of shit to give up
Just stay focused on your mission
And dont ever ever give up
Codeine on ice really fucking up my liver
Finally scared to be overdosing
I know that shit give me shivers
But dont worry, tell em god got me
Just an uplifter
Deep inside sometimes I wonder if God can even hear
But imma keep praying
Imma keep hope up
Imma keep face (what else)
[?] Pistol tote tucked
Shoot em in the face
If he get in the way of the cake
{?]

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[Intro]
You know everything I said I went
Went and got nigga, you know
If I ain’t had it I spoke it into existence
When I did, nigga I prayed for it

[Chorus]
Remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, ay
Hey look how far I came
From standing on corners
From parking cars in the summer
From running around in the jungle, the big dice games
Now (?) our whole life changed
Swipe dreams, I’m talking pipe dreams
I never thought I’d touch a thousand and my life free
I spent my whole life tryna avoid (?) street
I swear I never had a friend like my nigga (?), yeah
And I think I was 5 when I lost my auntie
And I think I was 9 when I got my first squeeze
At 13 I fucked around and made my first G, yeah
At 14 I fucked around and got my first piece, yeah
At 15 I never gave a fuck and I still never will
Got 100 goons that fuck with me still and I know they kill for me
Got some bitches realer than real and I know they here for me

[Interlude 1]
(Child talking)
I’ma call you later on, (okay) I love you (I love you too)

[Verse 2]
At 15 I never gave a fuck and I still never will
Got 100 goons that fuck with me still and I know they kill for me
Got some bitches realer than real and I know they here for me
Shed a lot of tears that year, you supposed to be here
Free my nigga (?), you know I bailed him out
Fucked around and risked my career
You know I ride for mine
And I can’t let none of them fail
I brought my whole gang with me nigga
Nobody else you know the motto
Get rich or die trying and y’all follow
Long live my nigga Nut, forever we slime for you
Let ’em hold it like nigga IOU

[Interlude 2]
You know what I mean? (?) cried a lot (?)
(Laughing)
Cause you can’t deny none of them songs (?)

[Verse 3]
And I got ’em lesser broke
Like I ran into a pot of gold and we don’t stretch no more
Whole lotta sticks and we got poles, look now they want smoke
Whole lotta sticks and we got poles, now they want smoke
Now rice and beans, used to eat pork or beans
Landed in the (?)
Hopped in the Ferrari with Fred, think I was 23
Then I copped me a drop (?), think I was 23
Balling like I’m 23, this how life supposed to be
You can’t even get close to me, I can’t let ’em walk over me
Why is you approaching me? Always little bro-ing me
We ain’t got an ounce for sale and we ain’t got no dope for free
And (?) still the best in my eyes
You know (?)
Still wait for no kind
Be careful but never timid and you always gon’ shine
Now I can take my Rollie off cause I’m always gon’ blind

[Chorus]
Yeah, remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it
Remember when I told you I was made for it

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[Verse 1]
I am a veteran of the war
I up and joined the army back in 1964
At sixteen I just had to be a man at any cost
I volunteered for Vietnam where I got my leg shot off

[Pre-Chorus]
I recall a quote from a movie that said “Who’s more a man
Than a man with a reason that’s worth dying for”

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

[Verse 2]
They gave me a uniform and a tiny salty pill
To stop the big urge I might have for the wrong kind of thrill
They put a gun in my hand and said, “Shoot until he’s dead
But it’s hard to kill when ‘please, I’m your friend’ echoes through your head

[Pre-Chorus]
Brought up in church taught no man should take another’s life
But then put in a jungle where life has no price

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

[Bridge]
Back in the world the paper reads today
Another war is in the brewing
But what about the lives of yesterday
And the many happy families that have been ruined

[Verse 3]
My niece is a hooker and my nephew’s a junkie too
But they say I have no right to tell them how they should do
They laugh and say “Quit bragging” ’bout the war you should never have been in
But my mind is so brain-washed I’d probably go back and do it again

[Pre-Chorus]
I walk the neighborhood parading my purple heart
With a fear of agent orange that no one will stop, no

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead, yeah
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
Now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
Could you believe I do?
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

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[Intro]
This bitch, Tez you hear me folk? I’m finna eat! (808 Mafia)
G-Money you hear me folk? I’m finna eat!
Max Lord you hear me folk? I’m finna eat! Ha!

[Verse 1]
My niggas all in, ballin
Fucking hoes we ain’t calling, or talking
They follow us, they get to stalking
She gonna top me up, right after I park it
She asked to hit my blunt, bitch I just sparked it
This-this that Kimbo og, this that cough shit
I bought a zip of that stank, smell like toxic
Hair trigger on that choppa like a off switch
Red beam on your head, you a target (you a target)
I walk my shit, I don’t talk it
I’m a dog, bite down, I don’t bark it
Omega Sci-Fi if we fighting
Imma get to stomping, imma get to stomping
Pack of slimes on your ass like Bompton
Fuck nigga cross the line, then it’s slaughter
Old niggas hold on to your daughters
Cause if she hear one song that bitch a goner
D-D-D-damn, stutter off the percs like, y-yeah
.40 make ’em jerk like that Cali dance
Versace palm trees I’m rocking these Cali pants
Me and Max Lord taking the Klonopins
That’s a Benzo Xan for the dumb niggas that ain’t never understand
I done took a lot of Xans
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again

[Refrain]
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again

[Verse 2]
Passed out at her house, woke up sleeping on the front lawn again
Foreign bitch, I don’t know where she from I just call her Mulan, yeah
I got green like a lime, yeah
Fendi on the design, yeah
Moncler on me like I crack cars, I used to crack cars, now I just crack broads
Y-R-N right, young rich nigga that’s for life
My dick all in your wife
Fuck her off the Percs, it’s gonna be a long night

[Refrain]
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again
(808 Mafia)
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again